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 making

ass up here,

allowed one shower a week, and pulled as hard as she could, pulling my head

heart was going to beat out my chest when I

and my lungs started burning

finally got to the second floor he had to hold the walls on either side of him to prevent him from losing his

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

smile started to form on his

alcohol was nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell, James was on a totally new

what do

my wrist

over my body slowly, I could basically see the

room after curfew,

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

to go

stopped by the

winced as my face

room after 9 oclock,

angry voice echoed in

one told me I wasn't allowed to

hand, that wasn't death gripping my wrist, started to travel up and down

feeling made my stomach

his hand left the sides of my stomach and then clasped around

huh? beg me, beg

my neck, squeezing his dirty hails into my

lungs were pleading for

I wanted to fight, I wanted to

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

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

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

more than balls of gas,

I've never felt more

"Over here."

voice filled

all the other sleeping kids, laying on the ground on their makeshift

under the Rockwell's care, she's

for two months and fifteen