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

ass up here, we got

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

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

breathing started to increase, and my lungs started burning for more

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

than mine, and I didn't think that was

to me a crooked smile started to

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

what do we have

and gripped my wrist in his dirty, rough

slowly, I could basically see the devil coming

her room after curfew, honey.What should

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

had to go

tried to explain but was quickly stopped by the hard slapped that was placed on

winced as my face began to

room after 9 oclock,

angry voice echoed in the

one told me I wasn't allowed to go to the bathroom

free hand, that wasn't death

disgusting feeling made my stomach

sides of my stomach and then clasped

to act tough huh? beg me, beg me to stop, you useless

hands got tighter and tighter around my

lungs were pleading

wanted to cry, I wanted to fight,

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

for hours looking up at the stars, she once told me that for every star my eye could see, that it was

universe, shining for the people

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

right now I've

"Over here."

filled

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

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

been here for two months