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

get your fat ass up here, we got a

we are only allowed one shower a week, and

to beat out my chest when I heard Mr.Rockwell's heavy footsteps slowly come up to

and my lungs started

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

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

smile started to form

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

well, what do

wrist

my body slowly, I could

after curfew,

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

just had to go to

quickly stopped by the hard slapped that was placed on my left

my face began to

leave your room after 9 oclock,

voice echoed in

one told me I wasn't allowed to

hand, that wasn't

feeling made

sides of my stomach and then clasped around

beg me to stop, you useless

and tighter around my neck, squeezing his dirty

were pleading

cry, I wanted to

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

at the stars, she once told me that for every star my eye could see, that it

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

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

right now I've never

"Over here."

soft voice filled the quiet

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

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

here for two