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.

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

get your fat ass up here, we got a

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

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

started to increase, and my lungs started burning for more

hold the walls on either side of him

long hair was dirtier than mine, and

to me a crooked smile started to form on his face, showing his

nauseating

do

laughed and gripped my wrist in his dirty, rough

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

curfew, honey.What should

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

to go to

the hard

as my face

after

angry voice echoed

one told me I wasn't allowed to go

him even angrier because his free hand, that wasn't

feeling made my

left the sides of my stomach and then clasped around my

want to act tough huh? beg me, beg me to stop, you

my

lungs were pleading for

wanted to cry, I wanted to fight, I

when I was younger, my mother would lay out

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

the

know stars are nothing more than balls of gas, I really hope you're watching

right now I've never felt more

"Over here."

soft voice filled the

toed around all the other sleeping kids, laying on the ground on their

she's

here for two months and