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 here,

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

thought my heart was going to beat out my chest when I heard Mr.Rockwell's heavy footsteps slowly come up to the second

and my lungs started

got to the second floor he had to hold the walls on either

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

a crooked smile started to form

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

well, what do we have

laughed and gripped my wrist

body slowly, I could basically

of her room after curfew, honey.What

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

had to

was quickly stopped by the hard slapped that was placed on

my face began to

don't leave your room after 9

angry voice echoed in

me I wasn't allowed to

his free hand, that wasn't death gripping my wrist, started to travel

disgusting feeling made my stomach

hand left the sides of my stomach and then clasped around

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

got tighter and tighter around my neck,

lungs were

wanted to cry, I wanted to fight, I wanted to

when I was younger, my

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

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

know stars are nothing more than balls of gas, I really hope

now I've

"Over here."

filled the

toed around all the other sleeping

was the newest kid under the Rockwell's care, she's been here for about a week and a

here for two months and