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

up here, we got

because we are only allowed one shower a week, and pulled as hard as she could, pulling my head

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

increase, and my lungs started burning for

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

mine, and I

to me a crooked smile started to form

of alcohol was nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell, James was on a totally

do we have

wrist

my body slowly, I could

curfew, honey.What

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

had to go to the

quickly stopped by the hard slapped that was placed on

silently winced as my

don't leave your room after

angry voice echoed in

wasn't allowed to

to Mr.Rockwell made him even angrier because his free hand, that wasn't death gripping my wrist, started to travel up and

feeling made my stomach

sides of my stomach and

me, beg me

hands got tighter and tighter around my neck, squeezing his

were

to cry, I wanted to fight, I wanted to

when I

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

the universe, shining for the people they love back on earth, watching

nothing more than balls

I've never

"Over here."

soft voice filled the

toed around all the other sleeping kids, laying on the

she's

here for two months and fifteen