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.

off her thin body

fat ass up

my long brown hair, that was dirty because we are only allowed one shower a week, and pulled as

when I heard Mr.Rockwell's heavy footsteps slowly come up to the

and my lungs started burning

to the second floor he had to hold the walls on either

was dirtier than mine, and

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

I thought the smell of alcohol was nauseating on

what do we

gripped my wrist in

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

curfew, honey.What should we

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

just had to go to the

the hard slapped

my face

room after 9 oclock, you dumb

angry voice echoed in the

me I wasn't allowed to go to the

to Mr.Rockwell made him even angrier because his free hand, that wasn't

made my

the sides of my stomach and then clasped

act tough huh? beg me, beg

hands got tighter and tighter around my

lungs were pleading

wanted to cry, I wanted to fight,

black was when I was younger, my mother would

looking up at the stars, she once told me that for every star my eye could see, that it was the soul of someone's loved

the universe, shining for the people they love back on earth, watching over them and making sure

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

right now I've never

"Over here."

soft voice filled

the other sleeping kids, laying on the ground on their makeshift

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

here for