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

fat ass up

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

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

and my

finally got to the second floor he had to hold the

dirtier than mine, and I didn't

started

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

do

my wrist in his

could basically see the devil coming out of

of her room after curfew, honey.What should we do with

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

had to go to

the hard slapped that

winced as my face began

leave your room after 9 oclock,

echoed in the

wasn't allowed 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 stomach and then clasped

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

tighter and tighter around my

lungs were pleading

wanted to cry, I wanted to

went black was when I was younger,

told me that for every star my eye could see,

leave our bodies, and float into the universe, shining for the people they love

more than balls of gas, I really hope

I've never felt

"Over here."

soft voice filled

all the other sleeping kids, laying

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

I've been here for two