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

up here, we got

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

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

breathing started to increase, and my lungs started

the

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

to me a crooked smile started to form on his face, showing his

nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell,

do we

and gripped my wrist in

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

room after curfew, honey.What should we do

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

to

but was quickly stopped by the hard slapped that was placed on

winced as my

after

voice echoed in

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

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

feeling made my

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

tough huh? beg me, beg me to stop,

and tighter around my neck, squeezing his dirty

lungs were

wanted to cry, I wanted to fight,

was when I was younger, my mother would lay

for every star my eye could see, that it was the

the people they love back on earth, watching

know stars are nothing more than balls of gas,

I've never felt more

"Over here."

voice filled

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

care, she's been

for two months and