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.

alcohol rolled off her thin body in waves that were even making

fat ass up here, we

are only allowed one shower a week, and pulled as hard as she could, pulling my

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

increase, and my

second floor he had to hold the walls on either side of him

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

a crooked smile started to form on his face, showing

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

what do we have

laughed and gripped my wrist in his dirty,

I could

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

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

had to go

the hard slapped that was placed on my

as my face began

room after 9 oclock,

angry voice echoed

allowed to go to the bathroom

him even angrier because his free hand, that

disgusting feeling made

sides of my

want to act tough huh? beg me, beg me to stop, you

tighter and tighter around my neck, squeezing

were pleading

wanted to fight,

my mind before everything went black was when I was younger, my mother would lay out

for

float into the universe, shining for the people they love back on earth, watching

than balls of gas, I really hope

now I've never

"Over here."

soft voice filled

toed around all the other sleeping kids,

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

for two months and fifteen