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.

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

get your fat ass 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 head closer to

my chest when I heard Mr.Rockwell's heavy footsteps slowly come

and my lungs started

the walls

mine, and

crooked smile started to form on

the smell of alcohol was nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell,

what do we have

wrist

raked over my body slowly, I could

room after curfew, honey.What should we do with

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

had to go

by the hard slapped that was placed

silently winced as my face

after 9

angry voice echoed

told me I wasn't allowed to go to

hand, that wasn't death gripping my wrist,

feeling made my

my stomach and then clasped

me, beg me to stop, you useless excuse

my neck, squeezing

were pleading

cry, I wanted

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

for hours looking up at the stars, she once told me that for every star my eye could see, that

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

course, now I know stars are nothing more than balls of

I've never felt more

"Over here."

voice filled

tipped toed around all the other sleeping kids, laying on

she's been here for

here for