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.

rolled off her thin body in waves that were even making

ass up here, we got

dirty because we are only allowed one shower a

out my chest when I heard Mr.Rockwell's heavy footsteps

and my lungs started burning

the walls on either side of him

dark long hair was dirtier than mine, and I didn't think

crooked smile started to form on his face, showing his yellow

nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell, James

do we

and gripped my wrist in his

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

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

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

had to go to the

was quickly stopped by the hard slapped that was placed

as my face began

room after 9 oclock, you

angry voice echoed in the

told me I wasn't allowed to

angrier because his free hand,

disgusting feeling made

sides of my stomach and then clasped

me, beg me to stop, you useless excuse for a

tighter around my neck, squeezing his dirty hails into my

were

to cry, I wanted to

everything went black was when I was

she once told me that for every star my eye could see, that it was the soul of

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

are nothing more than balls

right now I've never felt

"Over here."

soft voice filled the

toed around all the other sleeping kids,

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

for two months and fifteen