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.

thin body in waves that were even making

get your fat ass up

in my long brown hair, that was dirty because we are only allowed one shower a

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

started to increase, and my lungs

the walls on either side

dark long hair was dirtier than mine, and

started to form on his face, showing

the smell of alcohol was nauseating on

well, what do we

and gripped my wrist in his dirty, rough

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

curfew, honey.What should we

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

just had to go to the

quickly stopped by the hard slapped that was placed on

my

after 9 oclock, you

voice echoed in

wasn't allowed to go to the bathroom

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

made my

of my

huh? beg me, beg me to stop, you

my neck, squeezing

lungs were pleading

to cry, I wanted to

black was when I was younger, my mother would

me that for every star my eye could see, that it

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

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

now I've never

"Over here."

voice filled the quiet

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

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

been here for two months and