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.

rolled off her thin body in waves that were even making me

ass up here, we got

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

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

to increase, and my lungs started burning

hold the walls on either side of

dark long hair was dirtier than mine, and I didn't think that was

he walked over to me a crooked smile started to form on his

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

do we have

wrist in

body slowly, I could basically see the devil coming out

out of her room after curfew, honey.What

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

had to go to

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

winced as my

after

echoed

one told me I wasn't allowed

angrier because his free hand, that

disgusting feeling made

of my

want to act tough huh? beg me, beg

my neck, squeezing his dirty hails into

were

I wanted to fight, I

when I

that for every star my eye could see, that it was the

souls leave our bodies, and float into the universe, shining for the people

course, now I know stars are nothing more than balls of gas, I really hope you're watching

right now I've never felt

"Over here."

soft voice filled the

toed around all the other sleeping kids,

kid under the Rockwell's care, she's been

been here for two months and