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.

off her thin body in waves that were

up here,

her hand in my long brown hair, that was dirty because we are only allowed one shower a week, and pulled as hard as

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

breathing started to increase, and my lungs started

finally got to the second floor he had to hold the

than mine,

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

nauseating on

what do we

gripped my wrist

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

her room after curfew,

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

had to go

the

my face began to

after 9 oclock, you

voice echoed in the

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

reacting to Mr.Rockwell made him even angrier because his free hand, that wasn't death gripping my wrist, started to travel up and down my

made

of my stomach and then clasped

beg

my neck, squeezing his dirty hails into my

were

to cry, I wanted to fight, I

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

stars, she once told me that for every star my eye

into the universe, shining for the people they love back on earth, watching over

than balls of gas, I really hope

now I've never felt

"Over here."

voice filled the quiet

toed around all the other sleeping

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

been here for two