All Alone

Published on Sep 25, 2013

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All Alone: Chapter 9

All Alone

Copyright © 2013 by JD

Authors Note: This story you are about to read is one of emotions. I have laughed, got angry, cried, and even depressed while writing this story! Most of all, I enjoyed writing it. I hope you the reader will enjoy it as much as I did. For those who would like to email me, you can reach me at johndazel@hotmail.com. Please remember that if you like the stories here on Nifty to donate whatever you can to help keep this wonderful site up and running.

Now on to my generic disclaimer!-

The story you are about to read contains diaper use, violence, adult language and strong sexual content. The following is evil, illegal, should be banned, and all that other blah, blah, blah. If reading a coming of age story of self-discovery about pre-adolescent and adolescent boys that wet their beds, wear diapers, and explore their awakening sexuality with each other does not tickle your pickle (or if the law in your area says that pickle tickling is illegal) then don't read it.

Chapter 9: Friday November 15th, 2013 – Sometime Early Morning

I awoke suddenly and sat up in bed. Something was wrong besides the remnants of the nightmare I had been having about my mom. It took me a second or two, to realize my blaring need to pee was not just a dream. As I got up from my bed, I felt a wetness on my groin.

"Damn!" I thought to myself as my hand quickly shot out in the darkness to check and see if the bed was wet.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I found the bed underneath me was still dry. I must have clamped shut when I woke up saving me from having an even bigger accident. It also helped that the pajamas I was wearing, were made of some thick material that soaked up my pee.

As quietly as I could, I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. I don't think I took a breath until I had safely shut and locked the bathroom door. In the dark, my hands searched for the light switch and flicked it on. The sudden brightness of the light stung my eyes. It took several seconds until my eyes had adjusted to the light that had filled the bathroom. Now able to see, I couldn't help noticing the obvious wet spot on the front of the pajamas I was wearing.

With more urgent needs present, I decided to prioritize. "First things first." I said quietly under my breath.

Still needing to pee, I rushed to the toilet and finally relieved my aching bladder. As I stood there peeing, I wondered if the pajamas would dry before Mrs. Jackson got up. I knew that it had to be close to time for Jessie and Adam to get up and get ready for school. As for me, I wasn't sure if she would allow me to sleep or if she would make me get up when they did. Even if she didn't, what was the chance she would still check on me?

"What am I going to do?" I worried silently.

As I finished up, I looked around the bathroom for anything that might be able to help me. It wasn't until my eyes landed on the hair dryer that I came up with a plan. Grabbing it, I plugged it in then shut myself in the smaller section of the bathroom. I was hoping that with both doors closed, that no one would wake up and hear me using it. Stripping out of my wet undies and pajama bottoms, I turned on the hair dryer. Praying that it wouldn't take long and that I wouldn't get caught, I began to dry off my wet things. Luckily it didn't take long and the wetness was dried. Worried, I checked them to make sure there were no stains, and was happy to note that there appeared not to be any. Sniffing both the undies and the pajama bottoms, I did notice a slight pee odor.

"Damn!" I cussed under my breath. "I really hope that no one notices." I thought to myself.

I was sure that if Mrs. Jackson knew, she would follow through on her threat. Something told me that she wouldn't care that I woke up in time before wetting the bed. That all she would care about was that I had peed myself, even if it was only a small amount.

Too worried, I was not able to go back to sleep. All too soon, I heard footsteps on the stairs. Because Mrs. Jackson had left my door open last night, I didn't think too much about it when I went to the bathroom. I guess that was why I didn't think of shutting it. I found myself wishing that I had remembered to do so now. Not wanting her to see that I was awake, I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. To be honest, I wasn't sure if it was Mrs. or Mr. Jackson coming up the stairs. I guess I just assumed that it would be Mrs. Jackson.

Whoever it was, stopped at Adam's door and knocked on it. I then heard Mrs. Jackson's unmistakable voice. "Get your lazy butt out of bed! It is time to get up for school!"

I then heard Adam's muffled response.

As I then heard her walk past my door, I laid as still as I could. She did seem to hesitate for a few seconds, then she proceeded to her daughter's room. I was amazed at the difference she used in waking up Jessie. It was almost as if she cared more for her than she did for her son. Then again, maybe it was just me.

Once again, I heard her walk past my room. This time though, she didn't stop or hesitate at my door. I guess she was satisfied that I was still asleep.

I will tell you this, if I had been asleep, I wouldn't have been for long! Adam made so much noise getting ready for school; he would have certainly awakened the dead.

Every time I heard someone pass my room, I pretended to still be asleep. I am not sure why I did this as I would sooner or later have to get up. For now I decided that it would be best to wait until Adam and Jessie left for school.

For the next hour I heard Jessie and Adam both take their turn in the bathroom, with Jessie using most of that time. I knew a girl as pretty as Jessie was, needed more time to get ready for the day. So I wasn't surprised by her taking more time than Adam.

Not long after her children left for school, Mrs. Jackson made her way once again upstairs. This time to my room.

"Jamie, get up now!" Mrs. Jackson instructed me loudly. "You will learn in this house that you will not be allowed to sleep the day away."

I slowly sat up, acting as if I just had awakened. I rubbed my eyes and yawned. Then I pushed off my covers and got out of bed. Once Mrs. Jackson was able to see that I was dry and not wet, she seemed to be pleased. The trouble was, I wasn't sure if she was pleased with me or pleased with herself.

"Get ready, then come downstairs and eat your breakfast." She then turned and left me to get ready for the day.

Now I would love to tell you that the morning went without trouble, but that was not the case. Everything was okay until I made it to the kitchen for my breakfast. Expecting at best a hot breakfast of some kind, or at worst a bowl of cold cereal; I was shocked when I saw my plate with last night's Brussels sprouts sitting on the table.

Not knowing what to say, I just stood there staring at the plate. Mrs. Jackson, who was pouring herself a cup of coffee, just tutted under her breath.

"I told you last night that you wouldn't eat anything else until you finished what was on your plate!" She chided. "Now sit down and eat!"

I slowly sat in the chair and looked at my plate in disdain. "What if I don't want to eat it?" I asked, testing the waters.

"Well, as I already said, you won't eat anything else until you do!" She stated coolly.

"You can't make me!" I shot back.

"Jamie, if you know what is best for you, you will do as I tell you!" She snapped back at me.

Furious, I slumped back in my chair and stared at the awful green stuff on my plate. I couldn't help remembering what Jessie had asked me last night. I know I agreed to eat them in the future, but I didn't expect that future to be mere hours later! If I had, I might have thought twice before agreeing. Mrs. Jackson walked into the dining room and sat down in there. For some reason a thought occurred to me, that she preferred sitting alone versus sitting with me in the kitchen. From where she was sitting, she had a perfect line of sight to where I was in the kitchen. Every so often she would glance up from the paper she was reading and look at me. I got the distinct feeling that she was making sure I didn't try disposing the Brussels sprouts any other way except through my gut.

For the next couple hours I sat there sulking. Mrs. Jackson had long ago finished her paper and was now flipping through a magazine. As much as I wanted to end this standoff, the thought of sticking one of those green balls in my mouth, made me almost puke. What I really wanted was to be excused, but she refused to let me leave. Finally out of desperation, I considered eating one. I picked up my fork and pushed a couple of the balls around my plate, debating which one I was going to try and eat. Finally, I stabbed one and stuck it in my mouth. My first response was to gag and I almost choked on that hateful green stuff. I started to chew it and fought the urge to spit it back out onto my plate. Forcing myself to swallow that awful stuff, I made a decision right there and then! I wasn't going to eat another one of these things again! Not even if it was the last food on Earth to eat!

As luck would have it, the doorbell rang and Mrs. Jackson went to answer it. Knowing I would only have a couple minutes, I quickly dumped my plate into the trash and moved the trash around to bury the evidence. I had just managed to set my plate in the sink, when Mrs. Jackson entered the kitchen with another woman I didn't know.

"Did you finish?" Mrs. Jackson asked doubtfully.

Trying to look as innocent as I could, I nodded my head. "Yes ma'am."

Mr. Jackson pursed her lips and I had a feeling that she wanted to call me a liar. I think the only thing that was stopping her from blowing up at me was this other woman who was with her.

"Such a polite kid." The other woman announced. She then stuck out her hand to me. "You must be Jamie. My name is Mrs. Hanson, but you may call me Mary."

"I know another person named Mary." I told her as I shook her hand.

"Well, you can tell me all about her in a little while. First I need to go over some things with your foster mom." And as I turned to leave, Mary called out to me. "You can stay if you want."

Not really liking the idea of sticking around, I decided in the end that it might be best if I did. I quickly found out that Mary was my new caseworker. I was actually surprised as I had thought it would be at least a couple days before one was assigned.

I sat there as she discussed certain details with me and Mrs. Jackson. She was also wondering how things were going for me so far. Not wanting to get in trouble with Mrs. Jackson, I told Mary that I was still trying to get use to it all.

At one point during the discussion, Mrs. Jackson informed Mary about me not having even the essentials. She went into how I didn't have pajamas or even a toothbrush. She mentioned other things as well but it wasn't until she mentioned diapers that my ears perked up.

"Why is she bringing this up again?!" I furiously thought to myself. She once again went into how I peed my pants yesterday on the way there.

Mary smiled at me and then cut off Mrs. Jackson. "I am sure that it was just an accident. As for his stuff, I will take him by his apartment so that he can get what he needs." Mary then looked at me. "What do you think about going with me for the day?"

I knew that I really didn't have a choice on this, but I did like how she made it sound so sincere that I did. It didn't really matter because given the choice; I would do anything to get away from Mrs. Jackson for a while.

"It is okay with me ma'a... I mean Mary." I corrected myself.

Mary just smiled again. "Okay, why don't you run and get your coat."

I smiled and took off up the stairs to my room. I grabbed my coat from the closet and ran back downstairs jumping down two at a time. Both Mary and Mrs. Jackson were in the living room waiting for me. I noticed as I approached them, that Mrs. Jackson was giving me a look of displeasure.

Mary then told Mrs. Jackson that she should have me back sometime later this afternoon. Trying to be polite I said goodbye and headed out the door with Mary.

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Most of the day was spent in transit and at Mary's office. She first took me to the county CPS office. Once there, she talked to me about herself and asked me all kinds of questions about me and my mother. With some help from me, she filled out some paperwork. Around a quarter to one, she suggested that we break for lunch.

"What do you think about grabbing some lunch at McDonald's?" She asked.

I shrugged my shoulders, "I guess."

Mary laughed. "Well if you would prefer going somewhere else let me know."

"McDonald's is okay. I'm pretty hungry." I considered for a moment telling Mary how I had nothing to eat since last night. In the end I decided not to say anything for now.

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Lunch turned out to be pretty good. Mary told me that I could order anything that I wanted, so I ordered the new Habanero Quarter Pounder meal. I got the large size and when I finished all that, Mary bought us each a Strawberry Cream Pie.

"You really meant it when you said you were hungry." Mary chuckled as we threw our trash away and headed for the car.

Again I considered telling her about the whole Brussels sprout deal. Mary did seem nice and she set aside all this time today just for me. She really seemed like she cared about her job and me for that matter. I guess she realized that something was on my mind as she stopped me from getting into the car.

Looking straight at me, Mary frowned as she asked, "Jamie, is everything okay? You can tell me if there is something wrong."

"I am afraid." I paused for a moment before finally deciding to tell Mary my concerns of the Jackson's. "I don't think Mrs. Jackson likes me too much."

"Oh, I don't think that is the case. I know that she is strict but I am sure once she gets to know you better, she will warm up to you." She placed her hand on my shoulder and gently squeezed it. "Please just give it a few more days, if for some reason things aren't okay by then, I will see if I can find somewhere else to place you. Is that okay?"

Nodding my head, I wondered if I could stand it for a few more days. Of course, I was hoping to be back home long before then; but after last night's nightmare, I wasn't all too sure about that anymore. I decided that maybe I could make it if I could at least have some sort of compromise on Mrs. Jackson's rule about eating everything on my plate.

"Last night, Mrs. Jackson served Brussels sprouts with dinner." I started to tell Mary. "Even though I told her that I did not like them, she wouldn't let me have anything else to eat since I refused to eat them. Then this morning when I came downstairs, I found my plate from last night sitting on the kitchen table. She told me that I would have to eat them if I wanted anything else to eat." Mary did seem to look concerned at this. "I did try to eat one of them this morning but I swear I felt like I would be sick if I had to eat another."

"I see. I will tell you what. I will make you a promise, I will ask that Mrs. Jackson not force you to eat anything you don't like but I do want you to at least try something once before deciding you don't like it. If for some reason you don't like it still, you won't have to eat it. I do expect you to eat some vegetables, so if this is just to get out of eating them, note that I will not help you."

I stuck out my hand and Mary shook it. "Agreed." I said happily.

We then went back to her office for a little while where she arranged my school transfer. Since tomorrow was Saturday, I wouldn't start school until Monday. Mary also informed me that all my classes would be in the Special Ed classroom. She then took me to Wal-Mart where she bought me several pairs of pajamas that she let me pick out.

Before we headed back to the Jackson's, Mary took me by mine and my mother's apartment to get more of my things. As Mary let me in, I almost expected my mother to welcome me home. Reality hit me when I saw that the apartment was dark and quiet.

Sadly, I led Mary back to my room where I filled several bags with my clothes and other things. I also stopped at the bathroom and did my business and after that, I gathered my toiletries. Once I had everything that I needed, I took one last look around the apartment. Tears started to pour out of my eyes as I realized that it may be the last time I was here. As much as I didn't want to, I was starting to realize the reality of the situation. If my mom was okay, she would have contacted me by now.

I didn't say much on the way back to the Jackson's. It took me a while to get over my tears. Mary, sensing that I needed some time, didn't say anything. It was almost 6pm when we pulled into the Jackson's driveway. Then with Mary's help I brought my things into the house and up to my room. Even though I could tell he didn't want to, Adam came to help after his mom told him to.

As I carried my last bag in, I saw that the TV had been left on. When we had got there, I had noticed that Mr. Jackson was watching the news. Now he and his wife were in the dining room talking to Mary. I was about to take my bag upstairs when a news report caught my eye.

As I listened to it, fear built inside me and I dropped the bag I was carrying. My whole body spasmed, causing me to unknowingly lose bladder control. As I stood there peeing my pants, I suddenly once again felt ... All Alone.

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