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.

alcohol rolled off her thin body in waves that

your fat ass up here, we got a

long brown hair, that was dirty because we are only allowed one shower a week, and pulled

chest when I heard Mr.Rockwell's heavy footsteps

and my lungs started

got to the second floor he had to hold the walls

hair was dirtier than mine,

over to me a crooked smile started to form on his

was nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell,

well, what do

laughed and gripped my wrist in his dirty,

eyes raked over my body slowly, I could basically see the devil coming out of

out of her room after curfew, honey.What

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

to go to the

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

winced as my face began to

leave your room after 9 oclock, you

voice echoed in

wasn't allowed to go to the bathroom

even angrier because his free hand, that wasn't death gripping my wrist, started to travel

disgusting feeling made my

left the sides of my stomach

tough huh? beg me, beg me to stop, you useless excuse for

got tighter and tighter around my neck, squeezing his dirty

lungs were pleading

cry, I wanted to fight, I wanted to

before everything went black was when I was younger, my mother

me that for every star my eye could see, that it was the soul of someone's

the people they love

balls of gas, I really hope

I've never

"Over here."

filled the

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

she's been here for

I've been here for