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

fat ass up here, we

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

going to beat out my chest when I heard

to increase, and my lungs

hold the walls on either side of him to prevent him from

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

he walked over to me a crooked smile started to

I thought the smell of alcohol was nauseating on

what do we have

gripped my wrist in

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

after curfew, honey.What should we

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

just had to go to the

stopped by the hard slapped that was placed on my left

winced as my

leave your room after 9 oclock,

echoed in

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

to Mr.Rockwell made him even angrier because his free hand,

disgusting feeling made my

the sides of my stomach and then clasped

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

tighter and tighter around my neck, squeezing

lungs were pleading for

wanted to cry, I wanted to

crossed my mind before everything went black was when I

she once told me that for every star my

into the universe, shining for the people they love back on earth, watching over them and

know stars are nothing more than balls of gas, I really

now I've never felt

"Over here."

soft voice filled the quiet

tipped toed around all the other sleeping kids, laying on the ground on

under the Rockwell's care, she's been

been here for two