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

hand in my long brown hair, that was dirty because we are only allowed one

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

my lungs started burning

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

dirtier than mine, and I

over to me a crooked smile started to form on his face, showing his

smell of alcohol was nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell, James was on a

do

wrist in his

over my body slowly, I could

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

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

to go to the

but was quickly stopped by the hard slapped that

as my

your room after 9

angry voice echoed in

me I wasn't allowed to go

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

disgusting feeling made

hand left the sides of my stomach

beg me, beg me to stop, you

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

were pleading for

cry, I wanted to fight, I wanted

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

outside for hours looking up at the stars, she once told me that for

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

stars are nothing more than balls of gas, I really hope you're watching

I've never

"Over here."

filled

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

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

been here for two months