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.

rolled off her thin body in waves that were even making me

ass up here, we

one shower a week, and pulled as

chest when I heard Mr.Rockwell's heavy

breathing started to increase, and my lungs started burning for

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

mine, and I didn't think

smile started to form

I thought the smell of alcohol was nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell,

what do we

laughed and gripped my wrist in

I could

curfew, honey.What should we do

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

just had to

quickly stopped by the hard slapped that was placed on

silently winced as my face

after

echoed in the

told me I wasn't allowed to go to

to Mr.Rockwell made him even angrier because his free hand, that wasn't death gripping my wrist, started to travel up and

disgusting feeling made my stomach

sides of my stomach and then clasped around my

huh? beg me, beg me to

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

lungs were pleading for

wanted to

was when I was younger, my

me that for every star my eye could see, that it was the soul of someone's loved

bodies, and float into the universe, shining for the people they love back on earth, watching

I know stars are nothing more than balls

right now I've never felt

"Over here."

voice filled the

tipped toed around all the other sleeping

under the Rockwell's care, she's been here

I've been here for