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

get your fat ass up

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

was going to beat out my chest when I heard

breathing started to increase, and my lungs started burning

had to hold the walls on either side of him to

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

started to form on his face,

if I thought the smell of alcohol was nauseating

do

and gripped my wrist

slowly, I could basically see

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

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

to

to explain but was quickly stopped by the hard slapped that was

my

leave your room after 9 oclock,

voice echoed in the

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

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

feeling made my

sides of my stomach and

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

tighter around my neck,

were pleading

to cry, I wanted to fight, I wanted to

that crossed my mind before everything went black was when I was younger,

outside for hours looking up at the stars, she once told me that for

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

more than balls of gas, I really hope you're watching over

I've never felt more

"Over here."

soft voice filled the quiet

the other sleeping kids, laying

was the newest kid under the Rockwell's care, she's been

I've been here for two months