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.

her thin body in waves that were

your fat ass up here,

in my long brown hair, that was dirty because we are only allowed one shower a week, and pulled as hard

my heart was going to beat out my chest when

breathing started to increase, and my

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

was dirtier than mine, and

started to form on his face, showing

the smell of alcohol was nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell,

well, what do

gripped my wrist in

slowly, I could basically

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

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

just had to go to

to explain but was quickly stopped by the hard slapped that

as my face began

your room after 9

voice echoed in the

me I wasn't allowed

hand, that wasn't death

disgusting feeling made

left the sides of my stomach and then

act tough huh? beg me, beg me to

my neck,

were pleading

I wanted to fight, I wanted

that crossed my mind before everything went black was when I was younger, my mother would lay out blankets in the

once told me that for every star my eye could

float into the universe, shining for the

than balls

I've

"Over here."

filled

all the other sleeping kids, laying on the ground

the Rockwell's care, she's been

for two months and fifteen

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