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

your fat ass up

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,

my chest when I heard Mr.Rockwell's

breathing started to increase, and my lungs

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

long hair was dirtier than mine, and

he walked over to me a crooked smile started to form on his

nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell, James was on a

what do we have

and gripped my wrist in his dirty,

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

out of her room after curfew, honey.What should we do with

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

to go

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

silently winced as my face

don't leave your room after 9

voice echoed in the

wasn't allowed to

his free hand, that wasn't death gripping my wrist, started to travel up

disgusting feeling made

sides of my stomach and then

act tough huh? beg me, beg me to stop, you useless excuse for a

tighter around my neck, squeezing

lungs were pleading

I wanted to

went black was when I was younger, my mother would lay out blankets in the

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

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

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

I've never

"Over here."

voice filled the quiet

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

under the Rockwell's care, she's been here for about a

I've been here for