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.

smell of alcohol rolled off her thin body in waves that were

get your fat ass up here, we got a

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

was going to beat out my chest when I

increase, and my lungs started burning

hold the walls on either side of him

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

to me a crooked smile started to form on his

the smell of alcohol was nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell,

do we

and gripped my wrist in his dirty,

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

after curfew, honey.What should we

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

had to go to

by the hard

silently winced as my face began

room after 9 oclock,

angry voice echoed in the

wasn't allowed to

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

feeling made

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

me, beg me to stop, you

and tighter around my neck, squeezing his dirty hails into my

were pleading

cry, I wanted to fight,

that crossed my mind before everything went black was when I was younger, my mother would lay out

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

universe, shining for the people they love back on earth, watching over them and making sure they were

more than balls of gas, I

right now I've never felt more

"Over here."

soft voice filled the quiet

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

care, she's been

here for two months