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 waves that were even making

get your fat ass up here, we got a

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

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

to increase, and my lungs started burning

floor he had to hold the walls on either side of

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

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

thought the smell of alcohol was nauseating on

do

gripped my wrist in his dirty, rough

eyes raked over my body slowly, I could basically see the devil

room after curfew, honey.What should

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

to go to the

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

winced as my face began to

room after 9

voice echoed

one told me I wasn't allowed

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

feeling made my

the sides of my

want to act tough huh? beg me, beg

hands got tighter and tighter around my

lungs were

I wanted to fight,

my mind before everything went black was when I was

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

the people they love back on earth, watching over

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

now I've

"Over here."

voice filled the

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

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

for two months