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 waves that were even

your fat ass up here, we

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

when I heard Mr.Rockwell's heavy footsteps slowly come

to increase, and my lungs started

he had to hold the walls on either side of him to prevent

than mine, and I didn't think that was

walked over to me a crooked smile started to

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

what do we have

my wrist in his

slowly, I could basically see the devil coming out of

curfew, honey.What should

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

just had to go

quickly stopped by the hard slapped that was placed

silently winced as my face began to

leave your room after 9 oclock, you

angry voice echoed

I wasn't allowed to go to the bathroom

even angrier because his free hand,

disgusting feeling made

the sides of my stomach and

me, beg me to stop, you

tighter and tighter around my neck, squeezing his

were

cry, I wanted to fight, I

that crossed my mind before everything went black was when

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

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

now I know stars are nothing more than balls of gas, I really

now I've never felt more

"Over here."

voice filled the quiet

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

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

for two