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

get your fat ass up here, we got

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

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

increase, and my lungs started burning

he had to hold the walls on either side of

dark long hair was dirtier than mine,

to me a crooked smile started to form

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

well, what do

my wrist

could basically see

after curfew, honey.What should

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

just had to go

quickly stopped by the

silently winced as my face

after 9 oclock, you

echoed in

I wasn't allowed

free hand, that wasn't death gripping my wrist, started to travel up and

made

hand left the sides of my stomach and

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

tighter and tighter around my neck,

lungs were pleading

I wanted to fight, I wanted

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

told me that for

our souls leave our bodies, and float into the universe, shining for the people they love back on earth, watching over them

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

right now I've

"Over here."

filled the

toed around all the other sleeping kids, laying on the

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

here for two months