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

up here, we got a

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

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

to increase, and my lungs started

second floor he had to hold the walls

dark long hair was dirtier than mine,

crooked smile started to form on his face,

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

what do we have

and gripped my wrist in his dirty, rough

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

curfew,

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

just had to go to

explain but was quickly stopped by the

winced as my face began

room after 9 oclock, you dumb

angry voice echoed in the

allowed to go to

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

made

hand left the sides of my stomach and then clasped around

beg me to stop, you

tighter and tighter around my neck,

were pleading for

wanted to cry, I wanted to fight,

everything went black was when

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

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

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

now I've never

"Over here."

filled the

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

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

been here for two months