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 waves that were even making

fat ass up here, we got a

hair, that was dirty because we are only allowed one shower a week, and pulled as hard

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

started to increase, and my lungs

he had to hold the walls on either side of him

mine,

started to form on his face, showing his yellow

nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell, James was

what do we

wrist in his dirty, rough

eyes raked over my body slowly, I could basically see

after curfew, honey.What should we

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

just had to go to

the hard slapped that was placed on my left

silently winced as my face began to

after 9 oclock, you

voice echoed

wasn't allowed to go to the bathroom

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

disgusting feeling made my stomach

his hand left the sides of my stomach and then clasped

act tough huh? beg me, beg me to stop, you useless

tighter around my neck,

were pleading for

to cry, I wanted to

was when I

the stars, she once told me that for every star

our souls leave our bodies, and float into the universe, shining for the people they love back on earth, watching over them and making

are nothing more than balls of gas,

right now I've never felt more

"Over here."

voice filled

the other sleeping kids, laying on the

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

I've been here for two months and fifteen