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.

thin body in

fat ass up

because we are only allowed one shower a week, and pulled as hard

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

started to increase, and my lungs

second floor he had to hold the

long hair was dirtier than mine, and

started to

was nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell, James was on a totally

what do

wrist in his dirty,

I could basically see the

curfew, honey.What should we do with

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

just had to go to

by the hard slapped that was placed

silently winced as my face began

leave your room after 9 oclock, you

angry voice echoed in the

I wasn't allowed to go to the

not reacting to Mr.Rockwell made him even angrier because his free hand, that wasn't death gripping my

disgusting feeling made my stomach

of my stomach and

beg me, beg

hands got tighter and tighter around my neck, squeezing his dirty hails

lungs were pleading

wanted to cry, I wanted to fight, I wanted

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

for every star my

into the universe, shining for the people they love back on earth,

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

I've never

"Over here."

soft voice filled the

around all the other sleeping kids, laying on the ground on their

newest kid under the Rockwell's care, she's been

for two months