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.

body in waves

ass up here, we got

allowed one

my chest when I

breathing started to increase, and my lungs started burning for more

to the second floor he had to hold the walls on either side of him to prevent him from losing his

dirtier than mine,

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

alcohol was nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell, James

what do we

gripped my wrist in his

my body slowly, I could basically see the devil coming out

curfew, honey.What should we

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

to go to the

the

winced as my face began

your room after 9 oclock, you

echoed in

I wasn't allowed

hand, that wasn't death gripping my wrist, started to travel

feeling made my

of my stomach and

tough huh? beg me, beg me to stop, you

hands got tighter and tighter around my neck, squeezing his dirty hails into my

lungs were pleading

wanted to fight, I

everything went black was when I was younger, my mother

once told me that for every star my eye could see, that

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

are nothing more than balls of gas,

now I've never felt more

"Over here."

filled the

sleeping kids, laying on the ground on

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

here for two months and fifteen

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