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

ass up here, we got a

because we are only allowed one shower a week, and pulled as

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

increase, and my lungs started burning for more

floor he had to hold the

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

walked over to me a crooked smile started to form

was nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell, James was

do we have

gripped my wrist in his

raked over my body slowly, I could

curfew, honey.What

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

just had to

the hard slapped that was placed on my

my

leave your room after 9

voice echoed in

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

hand, that wasn't death gripping my wrist,

made my

my stomach

beg me to stop,

tighter around my neck, squeezing

were

I wanted to

black was when I was younger, my mother

lay outside for hours looking up at the stars, she once told me that for every star my

the people they love back

are nothing more than balls of gas, I really hope you're

I've never felt more

"Over here."

soft voice filled the

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

the newest kid under the Rockwell's care, she's been here for about a week and a

been here for two