Mated With Five Boys

"We understand death only after it has placed its hands on someone we love."- Anne L.de Stael 

 "Mia, wake up!" Whispered a soft, hushed voice.

In fact, it was so hushed I almost had thought I was just hearing things.That was until out of nowhere a loud door slam pierced through the silent hallway from the room right next to ours, creating enough force to vibrate the old wooden floors which we were laying on.

"Mia! Please wake up! I'm scared!"Panic flooding the little girl's voice.

l automatically knew who it was that was calling for me.

"Holly, where are you?" I whispered back, trying to look through the pitch-black room.

The foster people we live with don't allow us to have the lights on after 7:30.

Trust me, I learned that lesson the hard way.

You see, if you have the lights on after the restricted time, you'll get punished.

The punishments are plainly decided on how drunk Mrs. and Mr. Rockwell were that night.

On a good night, punishments usually consist of not allowed to go to sleep until they decide they worked you lang enough or going a couple of nights without dinner, sometimes both.

But if they start drinking the punishments become more violent.

Mrs. Rockwell has never psychically abused any of the kids here but better yet she sits back and watches her husband do all the work, smiling.

I remember the first time James Rockwell hit me, I wanted to drop to my knees and cry out for my mother, but I didn't.

You see when you've been in the system as long as I have you learn how to control showing your emotions.

Because people like James and Martha thrive on seeing you break down, they get off on it.

"Come here, you stupid bitch!"

Mrs.Rockwell sneered at me.

"No, I'm sorry, whatever I did wrong I won't do it again! I promise!"

I begged her.

"Damn right you won't do it again!"

Martha laughed, the malevolent smile on her face sent horrid chills up my spine.

smell of alcohol rolled off her thin body in waves that were even making me

ass up here, we

long brown hair, that was dirty because we are only allowed one shower a week, and pulled

my chest when I heard Mr.Rockwell's heavy footsteps slowly come up to the second

increase, and my lungs started burning for

James finally got to the second floor he had to hold the walls on either side of him to prevent him from losing his

long hair was dirtier than mine, and I

walked over to me a crooked smile started to form on his face, showing his

nauseating on

do

and gripped my wrist in his dirty, rough

could basically

after curfew, honey.What should we do with

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

had to

the hard slapped that was placed on

winced as my face began

after 9 oclock,

angry voice echoed

I wasn't allowed to go to the bathroom

reacting to Mr.Rockwell made him even angrier because his free hand,

disgusting feeling made my

my stomach and then clasped

want to act tough huh? beg me, beg me to stop,

around my neck, squeezing his dirty

were pleading

cry, I wanted

my mind before everything went black was when I was younger, my mother would

hours looking up at the stars, she once told me that for every star my eye could see, that it was the soul

the people they love

are nothing more than balls

right now I've never felt

"Over here."

voice filled the

sleeping

the Rockwell's care, she's been here for about a week and a

here for two months