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.

of alcohol rolled off her thin body in waves that were even making me

up

that was dirty because we are only allowed one shower a week, and pulled as hard

to beat out my chest when I heard Mr.Rockwell's

increase, and my lungs started

finally got to the second floor he had to hold the walls on either side of

hair was dirtier than mine,

smile started to form on his face, showing his yellow

smell of alcohol was nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell, James

well, what do

my wrist in his dirty, rough

I could basically see the devil coming

room after curfew, honey.What should we

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

just had to

was quickly stopped by the hard slapped that was

winced as my face

don't leave your room after 9 oclock,

echoed in

I wasn't allowed to go

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

made my

left the sides of my stomach and then clasped around

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

and tighter around my neck, squeezing his dirty

were pleading

to cry, I wanted to fight,

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

that for every star my eye

our bodies, and float into the universe, shining for the people they love back

are nothing more than balls of gas, I really

right now I've never felt

"Over here."

soft voice filled the

toed around all the other sleeping kids,

under the Rockwell's care, she's

I've been here for two months and fifteen