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.

thin body in waves that were even making

fat ass up here, we got a

that was dirty because we are only allowed one shower a week,

heart was going to beat out my chest when I heard

to increase, and my

to hold the walls on either side of him to prevent him

mine, and I

to me a crooked smile started to form

of alcohol was nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell,

well, what do we

my wrist in his dirty,

my body slowly, I could basically see the devil

out of her room after curfew, honey.What should we

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

had to go

quickly stopped by the hard slapped that was

as my face

leave your room after 9

angry voice echoed

allowed to go

hand, that wasn't death gripping

feeling made

sides of my stomach and then clasped around

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

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

were pleading for

to cry, I wanted to fight,

black was when I was younger, my

up at the stars, she once told me that for

universe, shining for the people they love back on earth,

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

right now I've never felt

"Over here."

soft voice filled the

toed around all the other sleeping kids,

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

here for

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