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.

of alcohol rolled off her thin body in waves that were even

fat ass up here, we got

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

when I

increase, and my lungs started burning for

had to hold the walls on either side of him to prevent him from losing his

hair was dirtier than mine, and

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

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

well, what do

gripped my wrist in his dirty,

my body slowly, I could basically

after curfew, honey.What

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

to

quickly stopped by the hard slapped that

my face

don't leave your room after 9 oclock,

echoed in the

me I wasn't allowed to go

because his free hand, that wasn't death gripping my wrist, started

disgusting feeling made

the sides of my stomach and then

beg me to stop, you useless excuse

my neck,

were pleading for

to cry, I wanted to

thought that crossed my mind before everything went black was when I was younger, my mother would lay out

told me that for every star my eye could see, that

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

more than balls of gas, I really hope you're

now I've

"Over here."

soft voice filled the

all the other sleeping kids, laying on the ground on

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

for two months and fifteen