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 even making

fat ass up

we are only allowed one shower a

my heart was going to beat out my chest when I heard Mr.Rockwell's heavy footsteps

started to increase, and my lungs started burning for

to the second floor he had to hold the walls

dark long hair was dirtier than mine, and I didn't think

crooked smile started

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

do we

and gripped my wrist in his dirty, rough

slowly, I could basically see the devil coming out

her room after curfew, honey.What should we do

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

to go to

explain but was quickly stopped by the hard slapped that was

as my face began

after

echoed in

wasn't allowed to go to the bathroom

me not reacting to Mr.Rockwell made him even angrier because his free hand,

made my stomach

the sides of my

beg me to stop, you useless excuse for a

tighter and tighter around my neck, squeezing his dirty

were pleading for

I wanted to fight, I

was when I was younger, my mother

looking up at the stars, she once told me that for every star my eye

the people they love back on

more than balls of gas, I really hope you're watching

I've never felt

"Over here."

soft voice filled the

all the other sleeping kids, laying on the ground on

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

I've been here for two months and fifteen