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.

thin body in

get your fat ass up here,

because we are only allowed one shower a week,

out my chest when I

to increase, and my lungs started burning

floor he had to hold the walls on either side of

was dirtier than mine, and I didn't think that

crooked smile started to form

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

do

my wrist in his

slowly, I could basically see the devil coming out of

out of her room after curfew,

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

had to go

the hard slapped that was placed on my

winced as my face began to

room after 9 oclock, you

echoed

one told me I wasn't allowed

me not reacting to Mr.Rockwell made him even angrier because his free hand, that wasn't

disgusting feeling made my

his hand left the sides of my stomach and then

act tough huh? beg me, beg me

tighter around my neck, squeezing his dirty hails into

were pleading

wanted to cry, I wanted to fight,

black was when I was younger, my mother would lay out blankets in the

for hours looking up at the stars, she once told me that for

when we die our souls leave our bodies, and float into the universe, shining for the people they love back on earth, watching over them and making sure they were never

know stars are nothing more than balls of

right now I've never felt

"Over here."

voice filled the quiet

around all the other sleeping kids, laying on the ground on their

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

I've been here for two months