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.

body in waves

your fat ass up here,

brown hair, that was dirty because we are only allowed one shower a week, and pulled as hard as

my heart was going to beat out my chest when I

increase, and my

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

was dirtier than mine,

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

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

do

wrist in his dirty, rough

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

of her room after curfew, honey.What should

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

to

stopped by the hard slapped that

my face

leave your room after 9 oclock,

voice echoed in the

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

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

disgusting feeling made

his hand left the sides of my stomach and then clasped around my

to act tough huh? beg me, beg me to

tighter and tighter around my neck,

were

wanted to cry, I wanted to fight, I

went black was when I was younger, my mother

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

into the universe, shining for the people they love back on earth, watching over them and making sure

know stars are nothing more than balls of gas, I

I've never felt more

"Over here."

soft voice filled the quiet

sleeping

care, she's been here for

for two