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.

of alcohol rolled off her thin body in waves that were even

fat ass up

was dirty because we are only allowed one shower a

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

to increase, and my lungs started burning

finally got to the second floor he had to hold the walls on

dirtier than mine, and I didn't think that

started to form on his face,

alcohol was nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell,

do we

wrist

slowly, I could basically see the devil coming out of

her room after curfew, honey.What should

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

had to go to

by the

silently winced as my face began to

don't leave your room after 9

voice echoed in

told me I wasn't allowed to

free hand, that wasn't death

feeling made

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

huh? beg me, beg me to stop,

tighter and tighter around my neck,

were pleading for

I wanted to fight, I wanted to

last thought that crossed my mind before everything went black was when I was younger, my mother

once told me that for every star my eye

shining for the people they love back on earth, watching over them and making sure they were never

balls of gas, I really hope you're watching over

I've never

"Over here."

soft voice filled the

all the other sleeping kids, laying on the

was the newest kid under the Rockwell's care, she's been here for

here for two