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.

rolled off her thin body in waves that

up here, we got

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

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

and my lungs started burning

James finally got to the second floor he had to hold the walls on either side of him to prevent him from losing

was dirtier than mine, and I didn't think that was

walked over to me a crooked smile started to

alcohol was nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell, James

what do we have

laughed and gripped my wrist

eyes raked over my body slowly, I could basically see

of her room after curfew,

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

had to go to

quickly stopped by the hard slapped

my face began

leave your room after

voice echoed in the

told me I wasn't allowed to go to the bathroom

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

disgusting feeling made

left the sides of my stomach

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

my neck, squeezing his dirty hails into

lungs were pleading for

I wanted to fight,

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

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

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

I know stars are nothing more than balls of gas,

right now I've never felt more

"Over here."

soft voice filled the

around all the other sleeping kids, laying

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

I've been here for two months and