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

get your fat ass up

one shower a week, and pulled as hard as she could,

chest when I

started to increase, and my lungs started burning for

got to the second floor he had to hold the

was dirtier than mine, and I didn't think

smile started to form on his

alcohol was nauseating on

what do we have

laughed and gripped my wrist

my body slowly, I could basically see

her room after curfew, honey.What should we do

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

just had to go

stopped by the hard slapped that was

my face began to

don't leave your room after 9 oclock, you dumb

voice echoed

one told me I wasn't allowed to

him even angrier because his free hand, that

feeling made my stomach

left the sides of my stomach and then clasped around my

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

tighter around my neck, squeezing his dirty hails

lungs were pleading for

cry, I wanted

when I was younger, my mother would lay out

looking up at the stars, she once told me that for every star my eye could see, that it was the

die our souls leave our bodies, and float into the universe, shining for the

now I know stars are nothing more than balls of gas, I really

right now I've never felt more

"Over here."

filled the

toed around all the other sleeping kids, laying on

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

I've been here for two months