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.

thin body in waves that

get your fat ass up here, we

allowed one shower a

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

breathing started to increase, and my lungs started burning for more

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

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

crooked smile started to form on his face, showing his yellow

was nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell,

what do

and gripped my wrist in his dirty, rough

my body slowly, I could

her room after curfew, honey.What should we

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

to

was quickly stopped by the hard slapped that was placed on my left

silently winced as my face began

after 9 oclock,

voice echoed

I wasn't allowed to go to the

quess me not reacting to Mr.Rockwell made him even angrier because his free hand, that wasn't death gripping my wrist, started to

disgusting feeling made my stomach

my

beg me to stop,

tighter around my neck, squeezing his

lungs were

cry, I wanted to fight, I

that crossed my mind before everything went black was when I

outside for hours looking up at the stars, she once told me that for every star my

souls leave our bodies, and float into the universe, shining for the people they love back on earth, watching over them and making sure they

stars are nothing more than balls of gas, I really

now I've never felt

"Over here."

voice filled

the other sleeping kids, laying on the ground

care, she's been here for about a

for two months and fifteen