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 in waves that were

get your fat ass up here,

one

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

increase, and my lungs started

he had to hold the walls on either

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

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

alcohol was nauseating on

well, what do we

and gripped my wrist in his

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

out of her room after curfew, honey.What

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

to go

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

as my face began to

don't leave your room after 9 oclock, you

voice echoed in

wasn't allowed to go

him even angrier because his free hand, that wasn't death gripping my

feeling made my

of my stomach and then clasped around

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

hands got tighter and tighter around my

lungs were pleading

cry, I wanted

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

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

when we die our souls leave our 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,

now I've

"Over here."

voice filled the

the other sleeping

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

for two