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

ass up here, we

dirty because we are only allowed one shower a week, and pulled as hard as she could, pulling my

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

to increase, and my lungs started

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

mine,

smile started to form on

was nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell, James

do we have

gripped my wrist in his

could basically see the devil coming out

room after curfew, honey.What should we do

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

had to go to the

stopped by the hard slapped that was placed on

as my face began to

room after

voice echoed in the

wasn't allowed to go to the bathroom after

because his free hand,

feeling made my

left the sides of my stomach

tough huh? beg me, beg me to stop,

my neck, squeezing

were pleading for

wanted to cry, I wanted

mind before everything went black was when

the stars, she once told me that for every star my eye

float into the universe, shining for the people they love

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

right now I've never

"Over here."

soft voice filled

tipped toed around all the other sleeping kids,

the newest kid under the Rockwell's care, she's been

been here for two months and fifteen