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.

her thin body in waves that were even making

ass up here, we

are only allowed one shower a week, and pulled as hard as

heart was going to beat out my chest when I heard Mr.Rockwell's heavy

started to increase, and my lungs started burning for

to the second floor he had to hold the walls on either side of him to prevent him from losing his

was dirtier than mine, and I didn't

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

the smell of alcohol was nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell, James was on a

well, what do we

laughed and gripped my wrist in his dirty, rough

over my body slowly, I could basically

curfew, honey.What

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

to

to explain but was quickly stopped by the hard slapped

my face began to

don't leave your room after 9

angry voice echoed

allowed to go to

because his free hand, that wasn't death gripping my wrist, started to

made my stomach

hand left the sides of my stomach

beg me

around my neck,

were

wanted to cry, I wanted to fight,

was when I was younger, my mother would

the stars, she once told me that for every star my eye could see, that

our souls leave our bodies, and float into the universe, shining for the people they love back

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

now I've never felt

"Over here."

soft voice filled

around all the other sleeping kids, laying on

kid under the Rockwell's care, she's been here

for two