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.

of alcohol rolled off her thin body in waves that were even making

get your fat ass up here,

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

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

my lungs started burning

to the second floor he had to hold the walls on either side of him

mine, and I didn't think

to me a crooked smile started to form

was nauseating on

what do

wrist in his dirty,

body slowly, I could basically see the devil coming

room after curfew, honey.What should

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

just had to

but was quickly stopped by the hard slapped

winced as my face

room after 9 oclock, you

voice echoed in the

told me I wasn't allowed to go to the bathroom after

angrier because his free hand,

disgusting feeling made

sides of my stomach and then clasped around

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

tighter and tighter around my neck, squeezing his dirty hails into my

were pleading

wanted to fight,

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

she once told me that for every

our bodies, and float into the universe, shining for the people they love

more than balls of

right now I've never felt

"Over here."

voice filled the quiet

other sleeping kids, laying on the ground on their makeshift

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

here for two months and