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.

smell of alcohol rolled off her thin body in waves that were

get your fat ass up here,

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

when

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

finally got to the second floor he had to hold the

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

walked over to me a crooked smile started to form

was nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell, James

well, what do we have

my wrist

raked over my body slowly, I could basically

after curfew, honey.What should

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

to go to

by the hard slapped that

as my face began

room after 9 oclock, you dumb

angry voice echoed in

allowed to go

angrier because his free hand, that wasn't death gripping my wrist,

made

left the sides of my stomach and then clasped around

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

around my

were pleading for

I wanted to fight, I

was when I was

me that for every star

and float into the universe, shining for the people

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

now I've never felt

"Over here."

voice filled the

the other sleeping kids, laying on the ground on

the newest kid under the Rockwell's care, she's

here for two months and

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