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.

her thin body in waves that were even

get your fat ass up here, we got a

long brown hair, that was dirty because we are only allowed one shower a week, and pulled as hard as she could, pulling my head closer to her

thought my heart was going to beat out my chest when I heard Mr.Rockwell's heavy

my lungs

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

dirtier than mine, and I didn't

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

if I thought the smell of alcohol was nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell, James was on a totally

what do we

and gripped my wrist in his dirty, rough

over my body slowly, I could

curfew, honey.What

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

had to go

by the hard slapped that was placed on my left

winced as my face

don't leave your room after

angry voice echoed in

one told me I wasn't allowed to

him even angrier because his free hand, that wasn't death gripping my wrist,

disgusting feeling made my

my stomach and then clasped around my

tough huh? beg me, beg me

tighter and tighter around my neck, squeezing his dirty hails into

were pleading for

wanted to fight, I wanted to

was when I was younger, my mother would lay out

told me that for every star my eye could

leave our bodies, and float into the universe, shining for the people they love

course, now I know stars are nothing more than balls of gas, I

now I've never

"Over here."

filled the

other sleeping kids, laying on the

the newest kid under the Rockwell's care, she's been

been here for two months and fifteen