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

fat ass up here, we

dirty because we are only allowed one

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

increase, and my lungs started burning

the second floor he had to hold the walls on either side of him

dirtier than mine, and

to me a crooked smile started to form on

I thought the smell of alcohol was nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell, James was on a totally new

what do

laughed and gripped my wrist in

body slowly, I could basically see the devil coming out

of her room after curfew,

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

just had to go

tried to explain but was quickly stopped by the hard

silently winced as my

don't leave your room after

voice echoed in

I wasn't allowed

free hand, that wasn't

made my stomach

of my stomach and

beg me, beg me to stop, you

and tighter around my neck, squeezing

lungs were pleading

I wanted to fight, I

mind before everything went black was when I was younger, my mother would lay out blankets in the

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

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

balls of gas, I really hope you're

now I've

"Over here."

voice filled

all the other sleeping kids,

care, she's been here

for two