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.

alcohol rolled off her thin body in waves that

your fat ass up

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

chest when I heard Mr.Rockwell's heavy footsteps slowly come up to

started to increase, and my lungs started burning for more

he had to hold the walls on either side of him

mine, and I didn't think that was

to me a crooked smile started to form

was nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell, James was on a

well, what do

my wrist in his dirty, rough

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

of her room after curfew, honey.What

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

to go to the

stopped by the hard slapped that was placed on

as my face began

room after 9

voice echoed

allowed to go to the bathroom after

quess me not reacting to Mr.Rockwell made him even angrier because his free hand, that wasn't death gripping my wrist, started to travel up and

feeling made my

of my

want to act tough huh? beg me, beg

tighter and tighter around my neck, squeezing his dirty

lungs were pleading

to cry, I wanted to fight, I

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

hours looking up at the stars, she once told me that for every

the people they love back

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

now I've never

"Over here."

soft voice filled

tipped toed around all the other sleeping

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

I've been here for