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.

alcohol rolled off her thin body in waves

fat ass up here, we got

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

chest when

and my

to the second floor he had to hold the

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

to me a crooked smile started to form on

of alcohol was nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell,

what do we have

wrist in his dirty, rough

slowly, I could basically

out of her room after curfew, honey.What

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

just had to go

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

my face began

after 9 oclock, you

voice echoed

one told me I wasn't allowed to go

to Mr.Rockwell made him even angrier because his free hand, that wasn't

disgusting feeling made

hand left the sides of my

to act tough huh? beg me, beg me to

tighter and tighter around my neck, squeezing his dirty hails

lungs were pleading for

cry, I wanted to

my mind before everything went black was when I was younger, my

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

bodies, and float into the universe, shining for the people they love back on earth, watching over them and making sure they were never

nothing more than balls of gas, I really

right now I've never felt

"Over here."

filled the

tipped toed around all the other sleeping kids, laying

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

I've been here for two