Mated With Five Boys

Prologue

"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

your fat ass up here,

long brown hair, that was dirty because we are only allowed one shower

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

my lungs started

James finally got to the second floor he had to hold the walls on

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

me a crooked smile started to form

nauseating on

what do we have

wrist in his dirty,

body slowly, I could basically see the devil coming out

out of her room after curfew, honey.What

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

to go to

was quickly stopped by the hard slapped that was

silently winced as my

leave your room after 9 oclock, you

angry voice echoed

I wasn't allowed to go to the bathroom after

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

feeling made my stomach

sides of my stomach

tough huh? beg me, beg me to

tighter around my neck, squeezing

were

I wanted

when I

for hours looking up at the stars, she once told me that for every star my

for the people they love

more than balls of gas, I really hope you're watching over

now I've

"Over here."

filled the quiet

the other sleeping kids, laying on the ground on their

she's been here for about a week and

been here for

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