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

ass up here, we

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

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

started to increase, and my lungs started burning

to the second floor he had to hold the walls

than mine,

he walked over to me a crooked smile started to form

smell of alcohol was nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell, James

what do we

wrist in his dirty,

could basically see the devil coming out of

room after curfew, honey.What should we do

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

just had to go to

tried to explain but was quickly stopped by the hard slapped

as my face

don't leave your room after

echoed in

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

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

feeling made my stomach

hand left the sides of my stomach and then clasped around

beg me to stop, you useless excuse

tighter and tighter around my neck, squeezing

lungs were

cry, I wanted to fight, I

thought that crossed my mind before everything went black was when

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

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

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

I've

"Over here."

voice filled

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

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

here for two months