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.

her thin body in

fat ass up here, we

was dirty because we are only allowed one shower

out my chest when I heard Mr.Rockwell's heavy footsteps

to increase, and my lungs

had to hold the walls on either side of him

dirtier than mine, and I didn't think

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

smell of alcohol was nauseating

well, what do we have

laughed and gripped my wrist in his dirty,

I could basically

out of her room after curfew, honey.What should we do

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

had to go to the

by the hard

winced as my face began to

don't leave your room after 9 oclock, you dumb

angry voice echoed in the

wasn't allowed to go to the bathroom after

even angrier because his free hand, that wasn't death gripping my

feeling made my

my stomach and

huh? beg me, beg me to stop, you useless excuse

around my neck, squeezing his dirty hails into

lungs were

to cry, I wanted to fight, I wanted

my mind before everything went black was when I was younger, my

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

when we die our souls leave our bodies, and float into the universe, shining for the people they love back on earth,

stars are nothing more than balls of gas, I really hope

I've never felt

"Over here."

filled the quiet

toed around all the other sleeping kids, laying on

newest kid under the Rockwell's care, she's been here

I've been here for