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.

of alcohol rolled off her thin body in waves

up here, we

one shower a week, and pulled as hard as she could, pulling my head

when

started to increase, and my lungs started burning

got to the second floor he had to hold the

mine, and I

smile started

was nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell, James was on a totally

do

and gripped my wrist in his

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

curfew, honey.What should

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

to go

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

as my face

leave your room after

angry voice echoed in

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

free hand, that wasn't death gripping my wrist, started to travel up

feeling made

my stomach

beg

tighter and tighter around my neck, squeezing his dirty hails

lungs were pleading for

I wanted to fight, I wanted

last thought that crossed my mind before everything went black was when I was younger, my mother would lay out

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

into the universe, shining for the people they love back

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

right now I've never felt

"Over here."

soft voice filled

sleeping kids,

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

been here for