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

get your fat ass up

allowed one shower a week, and pulled as hard as she could, pulling my

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

and my lungs

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

dark long hair was dirtier than mine, and I didn't think

smile started to form on

alcohol was nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell,

well, what do we have

wrist in his dirty, rough

slowly, I could basically see the devil coming out

room after curfew, honey.What should we do with

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

to go

quickly stopped by the hard slapped that was placed on my

winced as my face

your room after 9 oclock,

echoed in the

wasn't allowed to

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

made my

my stomach

beg me to stop,

my

lungs were

wanted to

was when I

stars, she once told me that for every star my

for the people they love back on earth, watching over them and

I know stars are nothing more than balls of

right now I've

"Over here."

filled

carefully tipped toed around all the other sleeping kids, laying on

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

been here for two

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