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.

smell of alcohol rolled off her thin body

your fat ass up

in my long brown hair, that was dirty because we are only allowed one shower a week, and pulled as hard as she could, pulling

heart was going to beat out my chest when

to increase, and my

James finally got to the second floor he had to hold the walls on either side of him to

dirtier than mine, and I didn't

over to me a crooked smile started to form on his

nauseating

well, what do we have

laughed and gripped my wrist

my body slowly, I could basically see the devil

out of her room after curfew, honey.What

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

had to go to

the hard slapped that

as my face began

don't leave your room after 9 oclock, you dumb

echoed in the

told me I wasn't allowed

me not reacting to Mr.Rockwell made him even angrier because his free hand, that wasn't

made my

sides of my stomach and then

beg

tighter around my neck,

were

to cry, I wanted to fight, I wanted to

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

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

into the universe, shining for the people

course, now I know stars are nothing more than balls of gas,

now I've never felt

"Over here."

soft voice filled the

around all the other sleeping kids, laying on the

under the Rockwell's care, she's been here for about a week and

been here for two months and