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

up here,

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

chest when I heard Mr.Rockwell's heavy footsteps slowly come up to

to increase, and my

the walls

was dirtier than mine, and I

started to form on his face, showing

if I thought the smell of alcohol was nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell, James

well, what do we

wrist in his dirty,

could basically see

room after curfew, honey.What should we do with

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

to go to the

tried to explain but was quickly stopped by the hard slapped that

silently winced as my face began to

your room after 9 oclock, you dumb

echoed in the

allowed to go

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

feeling made my stomach

the sides of my stomach and

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

got tighter and tighter around my neck, squeezing his dirty

were pleading

wanted to fight, I

was when I was

at the stars, she once told me that for every star my eye could

the universe, shining for the

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

right now I've never felt more

"Over here."

filled

around all the other sleeping kids, laying on

under the Rockwell's care, she's been

been here for two

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