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.

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

fat ass up here,

that was dirty because we are only allowed one shower

thought my heart was going to beat out my chest when

my lungs started burning

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

was dirtier than mine,

walked over to me a crooked smile started to

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

do we

my wrist in

eyes raked over my body slowly, I could basically see the devil coming out

her room after curfew,

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

to go to

was quickly stopped by the hard slapped that was placed on my

my face began to

room after 9 oclock,

voice echoed in

told me I wasn't allowed to go

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

disgusting feeling made my stomach

left the sides of my stomach and then clasped

me, beg me to stop, you useless excuse for a

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

lungs were pleading

wanted to cry, I wanted to fight, I wanted to

thought that crossed my mind before everything went black was when I was younger, my

stars, she once told me that for every star my eye could see, that

the universe, shining for the people they

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

now I've never felt

"Over here."

voice filled the

sleeping kids, laying on the ground on their makeshift

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

been here for two