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.

smell of alcohol rolled off her thin body in waves that were even making

get your fat ass up here, we got

we are only allowed one shower a week, and pulled as hard as she could, pulling my head closer to her

was going to beat out my chest when I heard

my lungs started burning for more

got to the second floor he had to hold the walls on

hair was dirtier than mine,

started to form on

if I thought the smell of alcohol was nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell, James was

what do we have

wrist in

body slowly, I could basically see the devil

after curfew, honey.What

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

had to go to

was quickly stopped by the hard slapped that

winced as my face

leave your room after 9 oclock,

angry voice echoed

one told me I wasn't allowed to go to

not reacting to Mr.Rockwell made him even angrier because his free hand, that wasn't death gripping my wrist,

disgusting feeling made my

sides of my stomach and

huh? beg me, beg me to

around my neck, squeezing his dirty hails into

were pleading for

to cry, I wanted to fight, I

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

at the stars, she once told me that for every

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

I know stars are nothing more than balls of

now I've never felt

"Over here."

voice filled the

the other sleeping kids, laying on the

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

I've been here for