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.

 

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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 10: Friday November 15^th, 2013 – 6:05pm

 

A loud wail made it out of my lungs as I watched the end of the news report. Completely breaking down, I crumpled to the floor and started bawling. Of course all the noise had gotten Mary's and the Jackson's attention. Not seeing the news report, they seemed confused to why I had broken down like I did.

 

Of course, as upset as I was, I really wasn't paying too much attention around me. I do remember that there was some yelling. I am not sure if it was done because they were upset or if they were just trying to get me to hear them. I heard something about wetting but wasn't sure what they were talking about. All I knew was that I now had every reason to believe, that my mother was dead.

 

It took them a while before they were able to calm me down. When I did finally calm down, I slipped into shock. I was feeling really strange right now. A part of me seemed to understand some of the stuff that was going on around me, but I wasn't able to connect anymore with that world. Mary must have noticed that I was in shock, because she asked the Jackson's to give us a moment. Once they left the room, I could hear Mary trying to ask me something but no matter how hard I tried, I wasn't able to say or do anything to show her that I heard her. I felt her take hold of my hand and let her lead me up the stairs to my room. I never stopped her; I couldn't even if I wanted too. Once in my room, I stood there staring blankly at the wall in front of me. I barely noticed as she helped me out of my wet jeans and underwear, as I was still in shock. I don't even remember her cleaning me up or helping me into some clean clothes.

 

The next thing I remember was waking up alone in bed. My mind cloudy, I was feeling confused and not sure where I was at. The events of the last couple days were all jumbled and mixed up in my mind. It was almost as if it felt more like a dream.

 

Wherever I was, it was completely dark in my room. So, it must have been in the middle of the night. For a moment trying to sort through the confusion, I tried to remember going to bed last night. All I could do was draw a blank. Not knowing where I was and thinking that the broken memories were more a dream, I figured that it was what it must have been.

 

I moved slightly in my bed and when I did so, I felt a strange familiarness. I sat bolt upright and tried to figure out what it was. As my mind started to clear up, I suddenly realized that I knew what it was. Throwing back my covers, I exposed my body to the cool morning air. I shivered as that cold air came into contact of my wet skin. I was not just wet, I was soaked. I couldn't believe it! After almost 3 months of being dry, I had actually wet my bed. I tried to remember exactly when it was that I had wet my bed last. This was all too much for me as I broke down crying. I am not sure but I think I even called out for my mom. You see, I was still thinking that everything from the last couple of days had been nothing but a dream. I seriously though that I was back home, in my own bed.

 

A soft knocking came from my door and thinking it was my mother, I cried out for her.

 

"Mommy, please help me!" I cried out softly.

 

When the door opened, I was confused at who I saw there. As I began to remember the event of the last couple days clearer, I tried my best to deny it all. The problem was, I knew that no matter how much I tried to deny it, it was all true. I was now remembering where I really was. I was therefore forced to come to terms; that everything that has happened the last couple days, had really indeed happened. That is except for the news report that I had seen. My mind had somehow blocked it. So for the time being, I didn't know anything about it.

 

"Jamie, are you okay?" Asked a kind voice, which I recognized as Jessie's. "I heard you crying as I came out of the bathroom." She told me quietly.

 

Scared and embarrassed I started to cry again. As Jessie came closer to comfort me, it didn't take her long to realize I had wet my bed. The smell of urine was very prevalent in the room.

 

"Oh Jamie. Don't worry, I understand." She said kindly.

 

She then shut my door and turned on my light. At first the light stung my eyes but as they began to adjust I was able to see the condition of my sheets and blanket. Seeing how bad the damage was, I cried when I saw how much I had peed. I even somehow managed to get my pillow wet. Luckily it too had been protected in case I had wet.

 

"Here, let me help you. If we are lucky, my mom will never know that you wet the bed." Jessie offered quietly and helped me out of bed. "Okay, I will take care of your bed, you need to go and take a quick shower."

 

"If I do that, won't your brother or parents hear me?" I asked worried.

 

"As long as you are not too loud, my parents shouldn't be able to hear you. As for my brother, a tornado could go through the middle of his room and he wouldn't wake up. Just close both doors and that will muffle the sound of the shower."

 

I giggled at the tornado comment. I don't know why, maybe it was due to the stress of the situation.

 

I started to leave but then stopped before opening my door. "Thanks Jessie." And before she could answer, I made my way to the bathroom.

 

With both doors shut, I turned on the lights and proceeded to strip out of my wet pj's. As I was doing this, a thought occurred to me; I wondered who put me in them. I was starting to remember some of the things that happened after I went into shock. That is everything except what put me into shock in the first place. I found that I had brief moment of memory of the night before.

 

One of the brief memories was that my case worker Mary had helped me into new clothes. I couldn't for the life of me figure out why though. I am almost positive though that Mary had put me in my regular clothes and not my pajamas. So this still didn't answer how I ended up in my pj's. Don't ask me why it wasn't the case with Mary, but I shuddered at the thought that Mrs. Jackson might have seen me naked. I still didn't remember wetting my pants.

 

Wondering what I was going to say to Mrs. Jackson if she found out what I did, I got into the shower and washed my urine from my body. Not wanting to take the chance of waking anyone else up, I didn't play around. I quickly showered and once I was clean, I dried myself off before wrapping the towel around my waist and going back to my bedroom. I felt a whole lot better when I saw that my wet bed had been cleaned up and that Jessie was putting clean sheets on it.

 

"What did you do with your wet pajamas?" She asked me quietly when I re-entered the room.

 

"I left them on the floor of the bathroom." I told her in confusion. I wasn't sure why she asked.

 

"Go get them and put them in my closet." She instructed me.

 

Without argument, I went and collected my wet pj's and underwear. I knew which room was Jessie's; it was the one across from my own. Even though I knew which one it was, it was my first time seeing inside it. Her walls had posters of teen guys with perfect suntans and smiles. These posters were about the only thing that announced that this was a girl's room. Everything else could have belonged to a guy. The room was also immaculate. Besides her bed and dresser, she also had a desk which had a nice laptop computer sitting on top of it. On top of her dresser was a small flat screen TV. Basically her room, other than the posters, was my dream room.

 

Remembering what I was there to do, I went to her closet, which was much larger than my own. I immediately noticed my wet sheets and blanket were lying in the back of the closet. I dropped my wet things on top of the wet bedding and walked quickly back to my room. Jessie was putting the finishing touches on my bed when I came back into my room. I guess I spent more time than I realized, admiring her room.

 

She smiled as she saw me come in. "Don't worry; I have helped my brother several times cover up a bedwetting accident." Now this statement confused me as it didn't sound past tense. It was cleared up though with her next one. "Don't tell anyone, especially our parents, but Adam still occasionally has an accident. The only reason they don't know about it, is because I always help him hide it. Luckily it doesn't happen more than once or twice a month."

 

I stood there shivering slightly with the towel wrapped around my thin frame. Smiling at me, she came over to me and surprised me by kissing me on the forehead.

 

"You don't know how lucky you were that your accident happened tonight. Mom and Dad always go out for breakfast on Saturday mornings, and then they go grocery shopping. This will allows us to get your stuff washed while they are out." She comforted me. I was relieved to know that she was not going to tell her parents about my accident. "Well why don't you give me the towel and get some clean pajamas on." She suggested.

 

Without a second thought, I took off the towel and handed it to her. Then as she left my room with it, I pulled out another pair of pajamas that looked like the ones I had been wearing earlier. I figured it wouldn't be a good idea to wake up in different pajamas then I went to bed in. I also had noticed that the sheets and blanket that Jessie had put on my bed matched those she took off it.

 

Jessie returned to my room as I pulled on my clean pj's. "I was wondering if you wanted to go with me and my friends to the mall tomorrow?" She asked me as she pulled back my sheet and blanket.

 

I smiled at her as she helped me into bed. "Sounds like fun." I told her.

 

She smiled back and said, "It's a date then." She then bent down and kissed me on my cheek before shutting off my light and leaving my room.

 

For a while, I was in heaven. But as I laid there in my bed, I started to remember more clearly the events that occurred the day before. Especially the ones that I had been mentally blocking. As the memory of the news report came back to me, I found myself falling into despair. I tried my best to cling to hope but it was very difficult to do. Once again, I began to cry. This time my sobs were silent as I remembered the reporter who talked about my missing mom.

 

The News report had caught my attention as I heard my mother's name come from the TV. They were reporting how my mother had gone missing and how the police were trying to find out what happened to her. The next thing they said though was when I broke down at. The reporter claimed that the police had located a body. According to the reporter, the body had been recovered from a local lake. Because of my missing mother the reporter speculated that the body may be that of my mother. Of course I had no way of knowing that this was just speculation on the reporter's part. It sounded like they seriously believed the dead body was my mother's. The reporter did state that the police hadn't yet made any statements about the body that was found. I remembered the fear I felt as I found myself thinking that my mother was dead.

 

Now, in the middle of the night, I found my mind trying to grab for a lifeline known as hope. "It couldn't have been her! They must have been wrong!" were the thoughts now swimming through my head.

 

I knew that I had to know for sure, but I didn't know who to ask. What confused me even more was that I also found myself not wanting to know.

 

I can safely say that I wasn't going to get anymore sleep that night. Now that my mind started to worry and get scared, there was no way that I could go back to sleep. I also found myself wondering if I could ever sleep again!

 

So, for the rest of that night, I laid in bed staring at the unseen ceiling above me. I laid there praying desperately to God.

 

"God, please let it not be my mom. Please bring her back to me safely. I can't live without her." I prayed.

 

I realized at that moment that I didn't know what I would do; if I had to spend the rest of my life ... All Alone!