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.

off her thin body in waves that were even

up here,

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 could, pulling my head closer to her

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

my lungs started burning for more

to the second floor he had to hold the walls on either side of him to prevent

dark long hair was dirtier than mine, and I

he walked over to me a crooked smile started to form on his face,

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

what do

wrist in his

could basically see the devil coming out

room after curfew, honey.What should we do

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

just had to go

was quickly stopped by the hard slapped that

silently winced as my face began

after

angry voice echoed

me I wasn't allowed to go to the

his free hand, that wasn't death gripping

made my

sides of my stomach and then clasped around my

beg

and tighter around my neck, squeezing his dirty hails into

lungs were

wanted

last thought that crossed my mind before everything went black was when I was younger, my mother

she once told me that for every star my eye could see, that it

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

nothing more than balls of gas, I really hope

now I've

"Over here."

filled

sleeping kids, laying on the ground on

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

been here for two