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.

off her thin body in waves that were even making me

ass up

that was dirty because we are only allowed one shower a week, and

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

and my

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

mine, and I didn't think that was

crooked smile started to form

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

what do we have

wrist in

eyes raked over my body slowly, I could

of her room after curfew, honey.What should we do with

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

had to go to the

tried to explain but was quickly stopped by the hard slapped that was

as my face began

room after 9

echoed in

I wasn't allowed to go to the bathroom after

his free hand, that wasn't death gripping

disgusting feeling made my stomach

sides of my stomach and then clasped around

me, beg me to stop,

hands got tighter and tighter around my neck, squeezing

were

I wanted to fight, I wanted to

everything went black was when

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

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

balls of gas,

right now I've never

"Over here."

voice filled the quiet

all the other sleeping kids, laying on the ground on their

she's been here for about a week and a

here for