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.

body in waves that were even

fat ass up

her hand in my 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 her

when I heard Mr.Rockwell's

to increase, and my lungs started burning for

he had to hold the walls on either side of him to prevent him from losing his

mine, and I

a crooked smile started to form

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

what do

gripped my wrist in

raked over my body slowly, I could basically see the devil coming out

of her room after curfew,

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

had to

to explain but was quickly stopped by the hard

my face

your room after 9 oclock, you

voice echoed in the

told me I wasn't allowed

reacting to Mr.Rockwell made him even angrier because his free hand, that wasn't death gripping

disgusting feeling made my stomach

hand left the sides of my stomach and then clasped around

huh? beg me, beg me to stop,

around my

were pleading for

I wanted to fight, I

everything went black was when

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

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

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

now I've

"Over here."

soft voice filled

tipped toed around all the other sleeping kids, laying on the ground on their makeshift

under the Rockwell's care, she's been here

I've been here for two months and