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

your fat ass up

in my 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

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

breathing started to increase, and my

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

was dirtier than mine, and I didn't

to me a crooked smile started

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

well, what do we

laughed and gripped my wrist in his dirty,

body slowly, I could basically

her room after curfew, honey.What should

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

had to go to

was quickly stopped by the hard slapped that

winced as my face

room after 9

voice echoed in the

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

him even angrier because his free hand, that wasn't death gripping my

disgusting feeling made

sides of my stomach and then clasped around my

me, beg

tighter around my

lungs were

I wanted to

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

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

die our 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

are nothing more than balls of gas,

I've never

"Over here."

filled

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

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

been here for two months