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.

body in

fat ass up

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

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

started to increase, and my lungs started burning for more

to the second floor he had to hold the walls on either side of him to prevent him from losing

long hair was dirtier than mine, and

me a crooked smile started

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

what do we

gripped my wrist in his

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

of her room after curfew, honey.What should we

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

just had to

stopped by the hard slapped that was placed on

my face

leave your room after

echoed in

allowed to go to the bathroom

me not reacting to Mr.Rockwell made him even angrier because his free hand, that

disgusting feeling made my stomach

sides of my stomach and then

beg me, beg me

tighter and tighter around my neck,

were

wanted to cry, I wanted to fight, I

black was when I was

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

bodies, and float into the universe, shining for the people they love back

stars are nothing more than balls

now I've never felt more

"Over here."

voice filled

the other sleeping kids, laying on

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

here for