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

fat ass up here, we got

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

thought my heart was going to beat out my chest when I

my lungs started

he had to hold the walls on either side of

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

a crooked smile started to form on his

if I thought the smell of alcohol was nauseating

what do

and gripped my wrist in his dirty, rough

over my body slowly, I could basically see the devil

after curfew, honey.What should we do with

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

had to go to the

stopped by the hard slapped

winced as my face began

after 9 oclock, you dumb

angry voice echoed in

I wasn't allowed to

angrier because his free hand, that

feeling made my

left the sides of my stomach and then

me, beg me to stop, you

tighter and tighter around my neck, squeezing his dirty hails into

were

cry, I wanted to fight, I wanted

crossed my mind before everything went black was when I was

that for every star my eye could see, that it was the soul

the people they love

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

right now I've never felt

"Over here."

filled the quiet

sleeping kids, laying on the ground on their makeshift

she's been

here for two months