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 19: Saturday November 23^rd, 2013 – 3:30pm

 

Saturday finally came. Life in the Jackson household over the last few days, have been tense between me and the elder Jacksons. The day that Mary brought me back, we all sat down at the kitchen table; that is me, Mr. and Mrs. Jackson, and Mary. We had a long talk which mostly was about how scared they had been after I disappeared and how angry they were that I caused them all this worry. Mrs. Jackson also made me feel real sorry for what I did just by telling me that I had deeply disappointed her.

 

"Jamie, you don't realize how much we were beginning to trust you! Now you have broken that trust and it will be much harder to regain it." Mrs. Jackson explained.

 

Tears started to streak down my face as what Mrs. Jackson said sunk into me. "I'm real sorry I made you worry." I sniffled.

 

"We know Jamie." Mary said and patted my hand gently. Then she gave me a serious look. "Still, we can't have you running away again and show you that this is a serious situation, I am afraid that I have to agree with the Jacksons that you need to be punished."

 

"Punished!" I thought to myself. This was the first I had heard of this and must have been something that came up when Mary had begged the Jacksons to take me back.

 

I gulped. "Wha... what are they going to do to me?" I asked as I was scared they were going to spank me or maybe something worse!

 

I guess Mary could see what I was thinking and she tried to calm my fears as much as she could. "Now don't you worry. It is not like you're going to get beaten. I want you to know that we never authorize any type of physical punishment or for that matter any that would cause some sort of abuse. Instead we try to use other types of punishment that encourages good behavior." Mary explained. "Now I will let the Jacksons take the floor."

 

At this, Mr. Jackson stood up and walked over to me and placed his strong hand on my shoulder. "Jamie, I am here to tell you that you will be grounded through Saturday morning. During this time, you are expected to go to school, once school is over, you are expected to come straight home, where you will sit at this table and do your homework until it is finished. You will then go to your room where you will not be allowed anything but a pen and paper. You will sit in bed and will write the sentence – `I will never disappoint Mr. and Mrs. Jackson again and do everything possible to earn back their trust!' you will write this until you are called for dinner." At this I gulped as I really hated writing sentences and that was a pretty big one at that! "Once dinner is over, you will resume your dish washing chore which we have allowed you to skip the last couple days. When the dishes are done, you will be expected to go back to your room and again write those sentences until bedtime. At no time are you to be allowed to do anything else and this includes reading, watching TV, or playing games. You will repeat this through Friday night." Mr. Jackson finished.

 

"Oh Jamie, Mr. Jackson forgot something." Mrs. Jackson informed me. "If for any reason we believe that you are not following the punishment correctly, or if you seem to be slacking when it comes to your sentences you are required to write, we will add to your punishment. So, if you want out of it quickly, please do as you are told and don't mess up." Mrs. Jackson did sound stern, but I also felt like she really seemed to care as well!

 

At this, Mary started to talk again. "As for your schooling, they wanted to suspend you from the school for a week but I tried to explain to them that kind of punishment is not really an actual punishment, so they have agreed to give you an in-school suspension." Mary must have seen my confusion. "What this means is that you will basically be in detention the whole school day for the next 3 days." She explained.

 

The talk continued for a while longer and at one point I was forced to tell the Jacksons that I had wet my pants at school so that was why I ran away. They did seem to understand a little, that is a very little. I never did tell them about my wetting myself last night and Mary had agreed to keep that one between me and her for now.

 

When the talk finally concluded, I figured I was excused so I started to get up. But Mary stopped me.

 

"Jamie, there is one more thing that we need to talk about. I know about the news report that you saw the other day. I want you to know that the identity of the woman found was not your mom. I do hope that this can be seen as possible good news for you. Though please understand that for someone, this is going to be the worse news they have ever gotten." Mary then reached out a grasped my hand, "I promise you Jamie, if I hear anything, I will let you know right away. The Jacksons have also told me that they gave you this promise as well.

 

Now with the final piece of business out of the way, I followed Mrs. Jackson up to my room. I could see that she had a thick pad of paper in her hand and a pen. When we entered my room, she gave me the pad and pen and when I looked at the pad, I saw the sentence that Mr. Jackson said that I would have to write while in my room. Mrs. Jackson patted my bed to show that she wanted me to sit down on it.

 

"Jamie, I hope you realize that we are not doing this to make you mad with us. We are doing this in hopes of teaching you right from wrong. Now why don't you get started on your lines?" Then as she got up and was about to leave, Jessie and Adam showed up at my door.

 

"Mom, can you put a temporary commute on Jamie's sentence so that Adam and I can talk to him for a moment?" Jessie asked slyly.

 

Mrs. Jackson took a few seconds to consider it. Finally she nodded her head yes. "I don't see why not. Okay, you two have 15 minutes then Jamie's sentence is to resume. And at this Mrs. Jackson walked out of the room and yelling over her shoulder just one more time, "Remember, just 15 minutes. That's all!

 

Now alone with Jessie and Adam, I found that they were a little more understanding. They also wanted to hear everything. So, I quickly ran through the events of my night out while on the run, they showed true sympathy for me. Adam told me that he is sure that the kid whose fort I slept in was a guy by the name of Jacob. He said that after I got ungrounded, that maybe we could go and actually meet him. This sounded interesting so I agreed. We also made a date with Adam's Gaming System and before that, a morning of watching Saturday cartoons.

 

When it came to my bedwetting and the use of Adam's GoodNites, both Adam and Jessie continued to help me hide my accidents, which I was starting fear, was never going to stop as Jessie kept promising.

 

Oh before I forget, there was one thing I learned the next school day. When I asked for a lunch to take to school with me, Mrs. Jackson looked at me puzzled.

 

"Why do you need a lunch? You get a free lunch already." She informed me.

 

"I do?"

 

"Didn't you listen at all when we got you enrolled?" She asked annoyed.

 

"I guess I wasn't." I admitted.

 

"They told you that you get free lunch every day and if you want it, breakfast as well. All you have to do is give them your name." She explained.

 

"Oh... alright."

 

Now because I was in in-school suspension, my lunch was done a little different. When lunch time came that day, a woman brought a cart which had what looked like sack lunches on it. She then passed these out to everyone there in the room that got free lunch. When I asked why I couldn't get a hot lunch they said it was because I was being punished! Anyway, I did everything the exact way that I was instructed to do and because of this Saturday soon came, with the end of my punishment as I have been doing exactly what Mrs. and Mr. Jackson wanted me too.

 

As for the nights, during this time, I continued to find a GoodNite under my pillow each night before bed. I never questioned it; instead I simply put it on then went to bed. I also got used to being awoken by Jessie, shortly before Mrs. Jackson came to get us up. She would wait will I ripped the used GoodNite off, then take, and get rid of it. I couldn't believe we were actually pulling this off!

 

My mom now had been missing for 10 days and the police had no further leads in the case since we last talked, other than the fact that the dead woman's body was definitely not my mother's! This was of course what Mary had already told me.

 

For the most part, I tried to stay positive! Even though each night I was haunted by horrible nightmares of murder and fear!

 

Finally Saturday came and the Jacksons informed me the night before, because I have been obeying my punishment, that in the morning when I wake up, it will officially be over with. You cannot believe how great it was to finally be out of trouble again.

 

Like last Saturday, Mr. and Mrs. Jackson went out that morning for their Saturday ritual. It turned out to be a good thing as Adam wet the bed that night. Jessie had of course awakened me first, so after I gave her my very wet GoodNite, I went to wake Adam myself. I was actually looking forward to that morning as Adam and I planned to watch Saturday cartoons together. He then promised to show me some of his games. Anyway, when I went to go wake him up, I recognized the smell of stale pee emanating from his bed. I of course came in shouting to wake him up before I realized what he had done; otherwise, I would have tried to give him his dignity and got Jessie to get him up instead.

 

When Adam woke up and saw me there, then realized what he did, he broke down crying in embarrassment. Jessie of course heard him start to cry and came investigating. She too, realized that he wet the bed. Without being asked, I began to strip Adam's bed as Jessie calmed her brother down.

 

Later that morning, after the wet bedding had been washed and then put into the dryer, Adam and I made our plans for the day. We had already eaten breakfast and were now watching our toons; Adam and I talked briefly during a commercial. It was then when he came clean about his occasional bedwetting.

 

"I really was hoping this time I really did stop!" Adam sighed. "The last accident I had was 6 weeks ago." He explained.

 

Since Adam ended up baring his soul to me, I decided to tell him about my own bedwetting problem.

 

"I know the feeling Adam." I emphasized. "You see, before I came here, I had been dry almost 11 weeks myself." I entrusted him. "It feels awful being dry all that time only to start wetting nightly again!" I spat. Of course he knew exactly how I felt!

 

Still, I couldn't help feeling proud of this accomplishment when he whistled loudly. "Wow, the best I ever did was 9 weeks!" He added.

 

Of course I didn't tell him about all the times I woke up while peeing. I did after all get most of it in the toilet because I woke up when I did. As I said before, I really hadn't considered this bedwetting since the bed was rarely wet at all, and when it was, it was only small little spots.

 

That morning and early afternoon, I really started to like this 9 year old. And I got the feeling it was mutual. We spent a lot of that time in his room battling each other on his game system. Adam's room was slightly smaller than his sisters but still bigger than the one I was in. I was surprised that Adam had a bunk bed in his room. While playing his game system, we were both sitting on the top bunk trying best to kill all the bad guys.

 

We were so wrapped in his game that we hadn't bothered to leave the room for quite some time. In fact, neither one of us even noticed when his parents got home. It wasn't until Mr. Jackson knocked and entered the room that we realized they were there and had been so for a while.

 

"Jamie, can you please come downstairs with me? Mrs. Jackson and I have something important we need to talk about." He said softly and I noticed a hint of sadness in his voice.

 

Suddenly, my world was once again turned upside down as I got the hint of what was to come. All the fun I had up till now that day came to a screeching halt!

 

I searched his eyes for the truth and read it plain as day.

 

"NO!" I cried out in a loud wail.

 

"Jamie, I am sorry..." Mr. Jackson started to say, but I cut him off.

 

"NO! NO! NO!" I continued to scream.

 

As I broke down in sobs, I heard Adam ask his dad if my mom was dead.

 

"I am afraid so." Mr. Jackson nodded.

 

No! She's not dead!" I sobbed. "She can't be dead! She is all I have!"

 

I felt dead inside. My world was quickly collapsing and then there was a falling sensation which was immediately followed by what sounded like a loud crack! At that moment, all the lights suddenly went out! It was as if the sun had been snuffed out like a flame. As shock spread through my body like a lightning bolt! I of course, passed out!

 

I didn't come to until God knows how long. I was barely able to tell that this time when I awoke that I must be lying in a hospital bed.

 

"A... Wha... Where am I?" I asked as I awoke.

 

My head was throbbing and my throat felt dry and scratchy, and there seemed to be a large lump lodged into it. My eyes were a little bleary as well.

 

"Mom, he's awake!" I heard a familiar young voice shout out nearby.

 

A few minutes later, I barely recognized Mrs. Jackson's face looking down at me. I rubbed my eyes and coughed a little. Again I tried to ask where I was.

 

"You're okay Jamie. Here take a sip." I then felt a straw brought to my lips.

 

I had yet to remember the terrible shock I had earlier that day. What I was thinking about, was how strange it was that Mrs. Jackson was being so nice to me. It was as if I was meeting the good twin and not the woman I had come to know over the last several days.

 

Waking up more, I tried to sit up but Mrs. Jackson asked me to wait. A minute later, I heard the noise of a small motor and the head of my bed started to rise. As I was raised, I saw Adam's beaming smile from the foot of my bed.

 

"Boy, I thought you were dead!" He announced.

 

"Huh?" I asked in confusion.

 

"Adam! Don't say things like that!" Mrs. Jackson stated sharply. She then looked back at me and for the first time smiled. "It is good to see that you are okay." She said simply. "You know, I have to apologize to you Jamie. From the first day you came here, I didn't give you much of a chance. I know it's no excuse, but the last few kids we taken in have been real trouble makers." She then softly caressed my face. "Will you please accept my apology?" She asked.

 

Completely stunned, I nodded my head.

 

"Mr. Jackson also feels badly and will be back later after Church to tell you himself." She added. "Now we do expect you to do as you're told and we run a strict household, but we promise to go a little easier on you, okay?

 

"Thank you!" My voice cracked.

 

Mrs. Jackson then put the straw back to my lips so I could take another drink. It was about now that I fully realized I was in a hospital.

 

"Why am I here?" I asked.

 

"We brought you here after you went into shock." She explained. "You had passed out and when you did, you fell from Adam's top bunk and hit your head on Adam's nightstand. You also messed up your ankle even worse. They have found a hairline fracture so they set it and you now have a cast on it." At this she tapped on the cast that was on my right leg which was suspended up in the air in a sling. Amazingly still trying to wake up, I somehow missed everything she just said and didn't even notice my ankle.

 

"By the way, Mr. Jackson and I wanted to know what you were doing up in Adam's top bunk?" Mrs. Jackson asked sounding concerned.

 

"Oh Mom! I already told you that we were playing video games." Adam said this as he rolled his eyes at her.

 

"Well, I would like to know how he got up there!" Mrs. Jackson demanded an answer from her son. Adam was not all too quick to answer this one, but his mother seemed to already have a pretty good idea how it happened. "Tell me that you didn't drag him up there with you! His mom sounded very agitated.

 

"Okay, I won't tell you then." He said trying to sound funny.

 

Anyway, in the end he admitted in helping me up on the bed by pulling me up to him. He did want to stress that he never considered that I would fall and get hurt like I did. He ended with an apology to me for his part in this accident. I decided to forgive them all as it seemed that in truth, it was more my fault than any of theirs. Of course all the talk of my head busting open scared me enough to reach up and feel the bandages surrounding my head.

 

I guess this explained why my head hurt.

 

"Does it hurt?" She asked me and I nodded my head. "Adam, go and get the nurse and ask if she can come in here please." She instructed him.

 

Adam waved goodbye to me before disappearing through the doorway. He returned a few minutes later with a nurse in tow.

 

"See, he is awake!" He informed the nurse.

 

"I can see that." She laughed a little at Adam's exuberance. She then turned to me. "So, how do you feel Jamie?" She asked as she started to take my vitals.

 

"My head hurts quite a bit." I said as I felt the spot where the throbbing was coming from.

 

"Okay, I can get you something for that." As she finished up my vitals and wrote them down on my chart, she asked an out of the blue and confusing question. "Do you need to be changed?" She asked.

 

"Huh? What do you mean?" I asked perplexed.

 

"Oh, he doesn't know yet?" The nurse said this while looking in Mrs. Jackson's direction.

 

I also looked at Mrs. Jackson and saw her shake her head no.

 

"I don't know what?" I asked worried.

 

It was about now that I had a very nagging feeling that I was forgetting something big. I wondered if whatever they were not saying was a part of this. If only!

 

The nurse looked down and smiled at me as she tried to explain. "Honey, when you came in, you were out cold and you not only wet your pants but you also messed yourself. The doctors and the Jackson's, thought it best at that time to put you in diapers."

 

As I heard the word `diapers' come from the nurse's lips, I turned beet red with embarrassment. The nurse saw my embarrassment and reassured me that it was nothing to be ashamed about. She then pulled back my covers and exposed my diaper clad body to the room. At the same time, a terrible odor made its way out into the air as it was no longer contained in the pile of blankets I was covered in.

 

The next words she said, left me wanting to die of embarrassment!

 

"Yep, he's a stinky boy!"

 

At that very moment I wished to God that I could disappear. More than anything in the world at that moment, I wished I was ... All Alone!

 

Authors Note: I wanted to let those know after reading this chapter that I cried buckets when I killed off Jamie's mother. Some may think I am uncaring but I want to assure you that I am not. I do want to take a moment and let you know that it does get better for Jamie after this. Yes he will miss his mother terribly, but Jamie will find that he will never be ... All Alone!