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.

alcohol rolled off her thin body in waves

your fat ass up here, we got a

hand in my long brown hair, that was dirty because we are only allowed one shower a

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

started to increase, and my lungs started burning for more

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

was dirtier than mine, and I didn't

me a crooked smile started to form

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

what do we

my wrist in

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

room after curfew, honey.What

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

had to go

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

as my face began

leave your room after 9 oclock,

echoed

wasn't allowed to

not reacting to Mr.Rockwell made him even angrier because his free hand, that wasn't death gripping my wrist, started to travel up and down

made my stomach

sides of my stomach and then clasped around

to act tough huh? beg me, beg me to stop, you useless

my neck,

were

wanted to

last thought that crossed my mind before everything went black was when

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

for the people they

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

I've

"Over here."

voice filled the

the other sleeping kids, laying on

newest kid under the Rockwell's care, she's

I've been here for two months and