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 in waves that were even

get your fat ass up here, we got a

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

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

increase, and my

James finally got to the second floor he had to hold the walls on either side of

hair was dirtier than mine,

started to form on his face, showing his

nauseating

what do

laughed and gripped my wrist in his

I could basically see the devil coming out of

of her room after curfew, honey.What

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

just had to go to the

explain but was quickly stopped by the hard

winced as my

room after 9 oclock, you

voice echoed

I wasn't allowed to go to the

even angrier because his free hand, that wasn't death gripping my

disgusting feeling made my stomach

his hand left the sides of my stomach and then clasped around

huh? beg me, beg me to stop, you

hands got tighter and tighter around my neck, squeezing his

lungs were

wanted to cry, I wanted to fight, I wanted

that crossed my mind before everything went black was when I was

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

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

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

I've never felt

"Over here."

soft voice filled the

all the other sleeping

the Rockwell's care, she's been here for about a week and

here for two months and