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.

alcohol rolled off her thin body in waves that

fat ass up here, we got

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

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

started to increase, and my lungs

floor he had to hold the

mine, and

started to

was nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell, James was on

well, what do

and gripped my wrist

over my body slowly, I could basically see

out of her room after curfew, honey.What should we do with

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

had to go to the

by the hard slapped

my face

room after 9 oclock,

voice echoed

me I wasn't allowed to

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

disgusting feeling made my stomach

sides of my stomach and then clasped

beg me to stop, you useless excuse for a

tighter and tighter around my neck, squeezing his dirty hails

were pleading

to cry, I wanted to fight, I wanted to

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

that for every star my eye could see, that it was the soul of

souls leave our bodies, and float into the universe, shining for the people they love back on earth,

nothing more than balls of gas, I really

now I've never felt

"Over here."

filled

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

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

for two