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.

rolled off her thin body in

get your fat ass up here, we got a

that was dirty because we are only allowed one

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

to increase, and my

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

mine, and I didn't think

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

was nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell, James was on a totally

what do we have

gripped my wrist in his dirty,

over my body slowly, I could basically see the devil coming out of

curfew, honey.What should we

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

to go to the

the hard slapped that was placed on my left

my face

leave your room after 9 oclock, you dumb

echoed in the

allowed to go

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

disgusting feeling made my stomach

his hand left the sides of my stomach and

me, beg me to stop, you useless excuse for

tighter and tighter around my neck,

lungs were pleading

to cry, I wanted

mind before everything went black was when

once told me that for every star my eye could see, that it was the soul of

the people they love back on earth,

nothing more than balls of gas, I really hope you're watching over

right now I've never

"Over here."

soft voice filled the

around all the other sleeping kids,

Rockwell's care, she's

I've been here for two months and