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 waves

your fat ass up here,

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

when I heard Mr.Rockwell's

and my lungs started

hold the walls on either

than mine, and I didn't think

crooked smile started to form

thought the smell of alcohol was nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell,

do we have

wrist in his dirty,

I could basically see the

out of her room after curfew, honey.What

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

just had to

but was quickly stopped by the hard slapped that was placed on

silently winced as my

after 9 oclock, you

angry voice echoed

one told me I wasn't allowed to go to the

free hand, that wasn't death gripping my wrist, started to travel up and down my

feeling made

left the sides of my stomach and

me, beg me to stop, you useless excuse for a

tighter around my neck, squeezing his dirty hails into

lungs were

wanted to

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

stars, she once told me that for every star my eye could see, that it was the soul of someone's

for the people they love

more than balls of gas, I really hope you're

now I've never

"Over here."

voice filled the

toed around all the other sleeping

newest kid under the Rockwell's care, she's been here for about a

for two months and