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.

her thin body

get your fat ass up

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

to beat out my chest when I heard Mr.Rockwell's

and my lungs

the walls on either side of him to prevent him from losing his

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

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

if I thought the smell of alcohol was nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell, James was on

what do we

and gripped my wrist in

body slowly, I could basically see the devil

room after curfew,

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

had to go to

the hard

my face

after 9 oclock, you dumb

voice echoed in

I wasn't allowed to go to the bathroom after

made him even angrier because his free hand, that wasn't death gripping my wrist, started to travel up and

disgusting feeling made

hand left the sides of my stomach and then clasped around

beg me, beg me to stop, you useless excuse for a

my neck, squeezing

were pleading

wanted to cry, I wanted to fight, I wanted

thought that crossed my mind before everything went black was when I was

me that for every star my eye

into the universe, shining for the people they love

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

right now I've never felt more

"Over here."

soft voice filled the

all the other sleeping

the newest kid under the Rockwell's care, she's been here

for two months and fifteen