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.

rolled off her thin body in

get your fat ass up

my long brown hair, that was dirty because we are only allowed one shower a week, and pulled as hard as she could,

to beat out my chest when I

breathing started to increase, and my

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

was dirtier than mine, and I didn't

to me a crooked smile started

was nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell, James was on a

well, what do

my wrist in his dirty,

could

after curfew, honey.What should we do with

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

just had to

by the hard slapped that was

winced as my

room after 9 oclock, you

echoed in

one told me I wasn't allowed to go to the bathroom after

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

made my

sides of my stomach

me, beg me to stop,

around my neck, squeezing his dirty hails into my

were pleading

I wanted to fight, I wanted to

crossed my mind before everything went black was when I was younger, my mother would lay

lay outside for hours looking up at the stars, she once told me that for every star my eye could see, that it was the soul of someone's

die our souls leave our bodies, and float into the universe, shining for the people they love back on earth, watching over them and making sure they were

know stars are nothing more than balls

now I've

"Over here."

voice filled the

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

care, she's been here

for