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.

rolled off her thin body in waves that were

fat ass up here, we

was dirty because we are only allowed one shower a week, and

going to beat out my chest when

to increase, and my lungs started

had to hold the

dirtier than mine, and I

over to me a crooked smile started to form on his face, showing

nauseating

do we

and gripped my wrist in

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

curfew, honey.What should we do with

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

to go to the

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

as my

don't leave your room after 9 oclock,

voice echoed in the

I wasn't allowed to go

free hand, that

made

of my stomach and then clasped around my

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

my neck, squeezing his dirty

were pleading for

cry, I wanted to

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

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

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

know stars are nothing more than balls of gas,

I've never felt more

"Over here."

soft voice filled

tipped toed around all the other sleeping kids, laying on

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

been here for two