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.comPlease 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 4: Thursday November 14th, 2013 - 4:01pm

 

We made our way to a small town, where all the houses seemed well taken care of and had neat trimmed lawns. We drove into a quiet neighborhood making our way to a 2 story home, made of brick. Once parked the worker let me out of the backseat and asked me to bring my bag. We then walked up onto the front porch where the worker rang the doorbell.

When the door opened, I saw woman who looked a little older than my mother, standing on the other side of the screen door. She looked like she had been working hard all day, as she looked exhausted. Her dark brown hair had been pinned up but at some point it had loosened and now several strands of hair were jutting out and gave her a slightly disheveled look. She was wearing an apron over a blue cotton dress and from the look of it, she had been in the middle of preparing a meal. I watched as she first glanced at the worker then looked down at me. The look that this woman gave me kinda freaked me out a little.

 

"Ah, you must be Miss Benton. We have been expecting you." And as the woman said this, she stepped aside and asked us to come inside. I did learn one thing out of this; I now knew the worker's name.

 

The room we entered was very obviously the living room. I noticed that it was much bigger than our tiny living room in our apartment. The walls were painted in a light cream color and it seemed to go nicely with the furniture and carpeting, which were both brown in color. Off to the right I was able to see a large dining room and I guessed that the Kitchen was probably located behind it. On the left side I saw a staircase disappearing behind a wall, leading up to the 2nd floor.

 

"Hello Mrs. Jackson. I am terribly sorry for the last minute placement. I assume that someone has already called and told you about Jamie here?" At this, Miss. Benton introduced me.

 

"Yes I see... I guess I was expecting an older teen like we normally get." Mrs. Jackson then looked me up and down. "So your name is Jamie is it?"

 

I nodded my head. "Yes ma'am." I answered respectfully.

 

"Is that your things?" Asked Mrs. Jackson. She had seen my backpack that I had hung over one of my shoulders.

 

Again I tried to be as polite as I could. "Yes ma'am, they are."

 

Mrs. Jackson then pointed to the stairs. "Please take them upstairs. You will be staying in the 2nd room on your right. The dresser and closet you will find are empty, that is where you will put your things. After you are done putting your stuff away, please come back downstairs and meet me in the dining room."

 

I hesitated for a moment not sure what I was supposed to do. So far I had been told very little of what to expect. As we had pulled up to the large home, Miss. Benton had explained to me that I would be staying here for a while and was expected to follow the rules. She also informed me that I would have a case worker assigned to me in a few days. I was kind of nervous and didn't know what to expect from these people I would be staying with.

 

Mrs. Jackson eyed me with a look I could only describe as contempt. "Jamie, I have told you to go put your things away!" This time I could hear a serious edginess in her voice.

 

I looked up at Miss. Benton once again and as our eyes met she gave me a quick nod. Ever since my earlier pants wetting accident, Miss. Benton and I sorta bonded. See her nod I then looked back at my new foster mom. I saw something that suddenly made me nervous and even a little afraid about the look she had gave me. Don't ask me what it was because I don't know exactly. So, slowly I made my way to the stairs and started to ascend them. Once I was out of sight though, I hesitated and listened to the two ladies talk.

 

"I didn't want to say anything in front of Jamie, but there was a slight accident on the way here." I felt a flush of embarrassment when I realized Miss. Benton was telling Mrs. Jackson how I wet my pants earlier.

 

Embarrassed but also curious, I peeked around the corner of the wall that hides the part of the stairs I was on. "These are Jamie's wet things." I watched as Miss. Benson handed the bag that contained my wet clothing.

 

"Humph" Mrs. Jackson scowled. From the sound of it, I got the feeling that she was not happy that I wet my pants. "You would think a child of Jamie's age would no longer have a problem holding their bladder!"

 

"I am sorry Mrs. Jackson, it was partly my fault. I didn't think to ask Jamie to use the bathroom before we left. I was more concerned on getting here and I forgot to even consider this. I am sure it is not a normal problem and was only because of the stress of the situation." Miss. Benton explained.

 

"I assume then that if the child does have a problem; that the state will pay for diapers?" Mrs. Jackson sounded a little annoyed at the possibility of taking in a pants wetter.

 

The more I heard Mrs. Jackson speak the more I wanted to run out the door and never come back. I also didn't like the threat of diapers one bit. This also included the answer that Miss Benton gave in return.

 

"If there is a problem, they of course will refund you for the cost." Miss. Benton Assured Mrs. Jackson.

 

I decided that I better do what I was told before I got into trouble. I climbed the rest of the stairs and went down the hall. I passed the 1st door on the right which was closed but I was able to hear what sounded like a video game being played inside. I then came to the 2nd door which I found open. Inside was what I could only describe as a bare room. There were only two things in the room, a small bed and a dresser. The room itself was painted yellow but not a bright happy yellow, instead it looked like a dreary and ugly yellow. Then again, it might have just all been in my head.

 

I sat my bag on the bed which I noticed wasn't yet even made. I guess Mrs. Jackson had yet had a chance to make it. At least I hoped I was not expected to sleep with no sheets or blankets. The mattress itself was old and heavily stained. I could even smell a funky stale mildew like smell, emanating from it and wondered if they had been storing it in the basement. Bringing it upstairs just for me?

 

I sighed and opened my bag and began to put away the few things I had brought with me. I even stuck my toys and books inside the dresser as there was plenty of room. I did decide to hang my nicer things that Miss. Benson wanted me to bring. She had told me to bring them as I might need something to wear for church.

 

With my things now put away, I did as I was told and returned downstairs to the dining room. Miss. Benson must have left as I did not see her anywhere. As for Mrs. Jackson, she heard me enter the room and joined me, entering from what I assumed was the kitchen.

 

Nervous and not sure what to do, I just stood shakily where I was. Mrs. Jackson had a piece of paper in her hands which she handed to me.

 

"This is a copy of the house rules. I expect you to follow and obey these rules and anything else we tell you to do while in our home. Do you understand?" I nodded my head and she then smiled but it didn't seem like a nice smile but more of a sneer. "You will notice the last rule."

 

At this I looked to the very last rule which I noticed was penciled in. It stated, `If you wet your bed even once, you will be placed in diapers at bedtime for the remainder of the time you are with us.' I couldn't help myself, I scowled slightly. My mom never made me wear diapers for an accident and I sure wasn't about to just roll over and allow some stranger to make me wear them!

 

It really didn't matter as I had now been dry at night for over 3 months and didn't expect to have an accident. If it weren't for my earlier accident I might have said something smart mouth about this. Instead I just kept it to myself.

 

"I will not tolerate you or anyone else ruining my mattresses!" She exclaimed. "So I recommend that you do your peeing in the toilet, no excuses!"

 

Boy! She was really pushing my buttons big time. I felt like yelling back at her and telling her that there no way I could damage that mattress any more than it already was! It was more disgusting then my own mattress at home! Instead though, I continued my best to keep my cool.

 

Mrs. Jackson proceeded to go through each rule, making sure I understood them all. Most of the rules were common sense things but some of them did seem nitpicky. Still I figured I would just be here a few days at the most and who knew maybe I might be out of here by tonight if they found my mom. For now though, I decided to play by the rules and try to not upset the Jackson's, which I was told I would meet the rest of them at dinner. Until then, I was sent back to my room where I stayed until I was called for dinner. Once again, I was ... All Alone!

 

 

 

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