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.

off her thin body in

ass up here, we got

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

out my chest when I heard

to increase, and my lungs started burning for more

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

hair was dirtier than mine, and

me a crooked smile started to form on his face, showing his yellow

nauseating on

what do we have

wrist in his dirty,

my body slowly, I could

out of her room after curfew,

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

to

quickly stopped by the hard slapped that was placed on my

as my

don't leave your room after 9

echoed

me I wasn't allowed to go

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

feeling made

of my stomach and then clasped

me, beg me to stop, you useless excuse

around my neck, squeezing his dirty hails into my

lungs were

cry, I wanted

was when I was younger, my

me that for every star my eye could see, that

for the people

nothing more than balls of gas, I really hope you're watching over my

I've never

"Over here."

soft voice filled

around all the other sleeping kids, laying on the ground on

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

here for two months

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