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.

thin body in waves that were even making

your fat ass up here, we got

are only allowed one shower a week, and pulled as hard as she could, pulling my head closer to her

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

to increase, and my lungs started burning for

floor he had to hold the walls on either side of him to

dirtier than mine,

a crooked smile started

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

what do

my wrist in his dirty, rough

my body slowly, I could basically

of her room after curfew, honey.What should we

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

had to go to

stopped by the hard slapped that was placed on

my

room after 9

voice echoed in

I wasn't allowed to go to

to Mr.Rockwell made him even angrier because his free hand,

feeling made my

my

huh? beg me, beg me

tighter around my neck, squeezing his

were pleading

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

my mind before everything went black was when I was younger,

that for

when we die our souls leave our bodies, and float into the universe, shining for the people they

balls of gas, I really hope

now I've never felt

"Over here."

voice filled the

around all the other sleeping kids, laying on

kid under the Rockwell's care, she's

here for two months and