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

fat ass up here, we

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

my chest when I

my

James finally got to the second floor he had to hold the walls

dark long hair was dirtier than mine, and I

started to form on his face, showing his

I thought the smell of alcohol was nauseating

what do we

my wrist in

slowly, I could basically

her room after curfew, honey.What should

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

just had to go

to explain but was quickly stopped by the hard slapped that was placed

my

don't leave your room after 9 oclock,

angry voice echoed in

allowed to go to the bathroom

him even angrier because his free hand, that wasn't death gripping my wrist, started to travel up and down

made my

of my stomach and then clasped around

to act tough huh? beg me, beg

and tighter around my neck, squeezing

were pleading for

to cry, I wanted to fight,

my mind before everything went black was when I

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

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

know stars are nothing more than balls of gas,

now I've never felt

"Over here."

filled the quiet

carefully tipped toed around all the other sleeping kids,

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

I've been here for two months