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.

off her thin body in waves that were even making me

ass up here, we got a

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

when I heard Mr.Rockwell's heavy

increase, and my lungs started burning for

he had to hold the walls on either side

long hair was dirtier than mine, and I

a crooked smile started to form

nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell, James was on a totally

well, what do

and gripped my wrist in his

raked over my body slowly, I could basically see

out of her room after curfew, honey.What should we

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

had to go to the

quickly stopped by the hard slapped

winced as my face began to

leave your room after 9 oclock,

echoed in

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

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

made my stomach

his hand left the sides of my stomach and then clasped around

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

hands got tighter and tighter around my neck,

were

cry, I wanted

everything went black was when I was younger, my mother would lay out blankets

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

and float into the universe, shining for the people they love back on earth, watching over them and

now I know stars are nothing more than balls of

right now I've never

"Over here."

filled the

around all the other sleeping kids,

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

I've been here for two months and