Davey's Story - The 2012 Rewrite Chapter 5.htm

DAVEY'S STORY

The 2012 Re-write

Warning: 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.

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Chapter 5: My Friend My Protector

Noises... I heard noises around me. There was something beeping almost like an alarm clock, but at the same time nothing like one. There were many voices and other unidentified sounds. My head was foggy and besides that freight train earlier I also felt like a Mac Truck rolled over me, not once but twice.

The smell of antiseptic was very strong in the air, along with other chemical like smells that I couldn't identify. I also could taste something, something almost metallic in my mouth, which by the way was parched.

I had no clue where I was and I was sure my eyes were open, even though I could not see out of them. The pain I was experiencing now wasn't the sharp shooting pains that I was having before, but now a steady thrum of pain throughout my body. For the moment I couldn't decide which was worse.

I realized I was lying down so I decided to try and get up, and find out what all those noises were, that I was hearing. Besides I noticed I had to pee real bad and figured I would stop and pay a visit to the bathroom before seeking out those noises I kept hearing. For some reason I seemed to have forgotten that I was not able to see where I was going. All I knew was that I wanted desperately to get up and find out where I was.

When I finally got my nerve, I tried sitting up where I was at. As much as I tried I quickly realized I could not move.

"Wha... What the Fu... How come I can't move?!" I cried out in panic. I was now scared and was starting to feel a growing trapped feeling. It didn't help that the remnants of the earlier nightmare was still lingering in my thoughts.

I heard a noise of what sounded like someone jumping up as if in a chair. "DAVEY, oh my sweet boy, your awake. I have been so worried about you!"

"D-d-d-da-a-ad-d-d-d, w-w-whe-e-r-re am I?" I asked stuttering a little. The fear I was feeling lessened, now that I knew my dad was there.

"Davey, you are in the hospital and the Doctor wants to run some test. He has done a few already but needs to do some more. He was hoping you would be awake while these test are being done." Dad calmly said, even so I still could hear the worry in his voice.

"Wh-wh-why can't I move?" I cried as I felt wetness puddle in my eyes. "Why can't I see Daddy?" I asked as an afterthought.

"I am so sorry Davey; I probably should not have let them. But the hospital staff thought it would be best to restrain you. You have already once tried to get out of bed, and almost hurt yourself further in the process; and earlier as they tried to get you on the gurney so they could get you aboard the ambulance you scared not only the paramedics when you jumped up and ran out of the restaurant and down the street in your birthday suit. At this information I cringed as I felt the embarrassment flood my face and in turn cause a slight pain that throbbed in my head. Here Baby, I will take the restraints off now that you are awake, but you have to promise me to stay in bed, okay?"

I just nodded my head a little to show him that I would do as he asked. A second later I felt him start to remove the restraints that I somehow not noticed before. For a moment there, I actually thought of bolting as soon as the last restraint was off. But I immediately rejected that idea. I knew I wouldn't make it two steps before I probably tripped over my own feet or ran into a wall since I could not see. This last thing of course reminded me of my other question Dad hadn't answered yet."

"Dad why is it I can't see?" I pleaded, worried that I lost my sight.

"Davey, I am sorry but we need to leave the bandages on."

I then instinctively brought my hands up to my face and felt the gauze and bandages that covered my eyes. Again I was starting to get frightened.

"Davey don't worry, your eyes are okay. They are just really swollen, but the Doctor thinks that the swelling will be gone by tomorrow evening. They put some medicine on your eyes to help the swelling to go down faster." As Dad explained this I took my hands away from my face and laid them down on the bed. "Davey I need to go get the Doctor and let him know you are awake. Will you be okay by yourself for a moment Buddy?" Dad asked me concernedly.

A few moments passed before a slight pressure gave me a reminder "Dad?" I called out as I didn't know for sure if he left yet.

"I am still here Davey." Dad replied.

"Dad I really need to pee." squirming as I told him knowing I was about to lose the battle.

"Do you think you can make it to the bathroom if I help you?" Dad asked me, and I knew then I wouldn't be able to, as I felt the flood gates open.

I just silently cried as my bladder failed me once again and I felt hot urine flow out of me.

"Don't cry Davey, everything will be okay baby. So what if you had a little accident. You don't have to worry about the bed getting wet. The Doctor and I thought it best to have you wear a diaper until you were feeling better. It's only an accident, you will not be punished." Dad said trying to calm me while caressing my cheek. I knew that Dad was telling me the truth; he would never punish me for having a bathroom accident.

In fact when I first went to live with Dad and of course wet my new bed the very first night, I had been scared that Dad would be upset with me. I wasn't use to having someone who was as understanding about my wetting problem as Dad was. I would jump out of my wet bed and cower into the corner of my room every morning when he came to wake me up. Even after the first time he didn't get mad I was still sure that after a while of wetting my bed he would be fed up, just like Tony and Grandmother had. As for my own mom it depended if she were intoxicated or high on one drug or another at the time. Anyway it did not matter how many mornings that went by that I woke up wet, Dad never once said or did anything bad about my wetting. Even though now I have come to know the truth, that Dad would never punish me for an accident, I still feared it at times and this was one of them as I laid there in the hospital bed feeling so useless.

"Shhh... Davey you are safe, you will be okay. Don't cry okay Buddy." Dad said soothingly.

Feeling a little better I tried to smile at Dad to let him know I would be all right. But I think it ended up being closer to a frown than a smile.

"Alright Son, I will be back in a moment. I will also flag down a Nurse to change your eye bandages as they are now pretty wet," at that I thought I heard a little humor in Dad's voice. "I will also let her know that your other end is wet as well." Dad chuckled

Dad's attempt at joking was a complete failure. The only thing I heard there was `Nurse and wet'. The last thing I wanted was some stranger I didn't know changing me. As embarrassment and fear over took me I instinctively tightened my muscles up. I knew instantly that this was a mistake as I cried out from the pain that I experienced. It took me a few minutes to compose myself from the sharp pain that had rocketed itself through every part of my body.

"Are you going to be okay buddy?" Dad asked and I gave him a very slight nod of my head. But before he could leave I asked Dad another question.

"Dad, can you change me instead?" I pleaded and begged.

"I am sorry Son but they won't let me while you are here. It has something to do with their insurance, but don't worry I will be right here for you while it is being done. But first I need to go inform the Doctor. Will you be okay while I am gone; I promise I will only be just a few minutes. Dad promised me.

I again nodded and a second later I heard Dad leave the room.

It wasn't much longer after that when I heard someone else enter the room and felt them lower my blankets and start to remove my diaper. At that moment I was glad that my eyes were covered.

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"Well Davey you are a really lucky kid," the Doctor whistled. "I see nothing broken or sprained, just some mild bruising, a mild concussion, and of course your black eyes."

At that moment I wanted to scream at him and if my pain wasn't as bad as it was I would have attempted to get up and tell him what was on my mind. How could he begin to think I was lucky, as far as I could see (I meant figuratively as I couldn't actually see anything at that moment), I was nowhere near lucky. I hurt all over and couldn't see due to bandages over my eyes! I do not consider that lucky.

"What was that Davey?" The Doctor asked. I had not realized I had been lying there mumbling under my breath.

I never did answer and I got the distinct impression that he did not expect me to. I had spent the last 2 hours or so being put through all sorts of test, which some of these were supposed to tell them if I had any internal injuries that they couldn't see. The last hour or so was the most infuriating while waiting for the Doctor.

I had been rolled from one room to another still lying down. I had been poked and prodded, and made to move into different positions, which hurt like Hell.

With all the testing finally over with, I was taken back to my hospital room. Where Dad and I had waited for quite a while for the Doctor to come and tell us the results of all the tests I was tortured with.

While waiting for the Doctor and for the test results, a Nurse was sent in with medication and a clean diaper. First I was given my pain pills then the Nurse set to work changing my very wet diaper. The return to the room and the diaper change had all been over an hour ago, we had been about to give up when the doctor finally had shown up.

Now with the latest check over by the Doctor and the test results given, I was stunned and angered that he actually had the nerve to say I was lucky!

Even though I was angry with the Doctor all I really wanted to do was go back to our hotel and crawl into my bed and sleep for a week. But as I listened to the Doctor talking to my dad, I couldn't help over hearing that my plans for going back to the hotel would not be happening. I would not be released that evening.

"I am sorry but I think we should keep him over night at least, maybe even a couple nights. I am worried about those head injuries of his. As I said he has a mild concussion that I want to keep an eye on, the last thing we want him to do is slip into a coma. Besides he is experiencing some pretty bad pain and I want to help him with that. The Nurse should be in here any moment. I am going to have Davey injected with a pain reliever that should also allow him to sleep. Normally we wake the patient every few hours just to make sure he is okay, but I am going to order that he be allowed five hours of uninterrupted sleep. I really think he needs this sleep at this point to help him heal." The Doctor informed us just before I heard him leave the room.

The mention of an injection had not escaped me. "Dad, you're not going to let them put a needle in me?! Please Daddy don't let them put a needle in me!" I cried out in fear. At that moment I wanted to rip the bandages away from my eyes in hopes that I could see well enough to escape the hospital. I didn't even care that all I was wearing was a diaper. Of course I knew that Dad would be on top of me before I took two steps and then I would probably be strapped down again, which I really didn't want.

It wasn't the fact that I was scared of needles, which by the way I was, I mean what kid isn't afraid of needles. Besides the pain issue a needle represents, I also feared them for another reason. That reason was simply put, that needles have been used in the past to harm me and I wasn't very trusting of them. Because of my growing hysterics I didn't even hear the Nurse enter the room along with someone else that turned out to be an Orderly.

"Please remove his covers and very carefully move the child gently on his side." I heard a Nurse instruct the Orderly. As I felt the covers pulled aside exposing my now quickly becoming soaked diaper due to fear, I started to thrash in my bed and become uncooperative.

Dad tried his best to calm me. "Davey, please calm down. I am right here with you. Be strong for me Buddy. You know I would never let them do anything to hurt you." I heard my dad calmly say, while taking my small hand into his large strong one.

As I felt the orderly move me to my side, the Nurse started to open one side of my diaper before realizing that my bladder was still emptying itself and now my bowels were also in the middle of depositing a load. The Nurse patiently waited until I had emptied myself while also giving me a little time to calm back down. She then proceeded to take my soiled diaper off and clean me up. During all of this, Dad continued to try and calm me.

Now cleaned up and before re-diapering me the Orderly again gently moved me on my side. The Nurse then started applying a cotton ball with alcohol onto a small area of skin on my bottom. Again fear was taking over me, and even though I was small and the orderly big, I was much more determined. As I started to thrash again I felt his grip loosening, and as soon as I was free I scooted over to the corner of my bed where Dad was at, while all along trying to protect my small and pain fearing butt. Of course all of this movement caused the pain of my bruised and broken body to scream at me, which caused me to experience agony beyond belief. But no matter what my mind was made up. I was determined that no one was going to stick a needle in my ass.

"Daddy please don't let them stick me! I don't want the shot!" I cried.

I was hoping that Dad would not force me to allow them to stick me, and I really wanted him to tell them to take their needle and hit the road. As far as I was concerned, they could stick that needle anywhere they wanted, it just wasn't going to go into me. And as I trembled in Dad's arms, I guess he realized that this attempt of allowing them to poke a hole into my body was a losing battle for the hospital staff.

"Nurse is there another way you can administer the drug?" Dad asked as I felt his strong arm wrap around my shaking and scared body protectively. "I would much prefer to not make him get the shot." Dad pleaded with the Nurse.

"Well I guess we can put it into his IV but it will take a little longer to take effect." The Nurse suggested.

"I think that will be a much better idea," Dad told her.

A few minutes later I was back lying in my hospital bed, shoot I hadn't even realized that I somehow climbed out of it. I had been taped into another clean diaper, this one thicker presumably for night time use. Once all this was taken care of, I had then been recovered with my blankets. The nurse had even given me another pill which turned out to be a tranquilizer to help calm me down and help me sleep.

I don't know how long I laid there talking to Dad. It was at this time that he told me that the Bathroom we were in was the handicapped bathroom which was on the other side of the restaurant. Now with this new piece of information I knew now why the restaurant was able to get away without having facilities for the handicapped in the other bathroom.

It was a single room where you can come in and lock the door behind you. If only we had known about this bathroom when we first entered the restaurant I might have been saved from that part of my humiliation, then of course I would rather suffer the humiliation I experienced in the bathroom over what happened in the Game room any day. I found out that Gary was the prize counter guy and also one of the owners of the place. Dad said he was actually a pretty good guy and had promised to come by the hospital in the morning to check up on me.

"I guess I need to thank him," I said through a yawn as my eyes started to get heavy and sleep began to overtake me.

Dad started to go into more detail of what happened after I blacked out in the game room, and as I listened I noticed that the pill combined with the pain medication was making me more and more drowsy by the minute. There were a few other things on my mind which before I fell asleep that I wanted to know.

"Dad, what about the trial are they still going to have it?" I asked.

"I am really not sure Davey, I think Mr. Green had a few more questions for your Uncle Josh and then I believe he was hoping to get you up on the stand still."

"Dad, I still don't want to do it, I just can't do that to Mom." I implored him.

"I understand your feelings Davey how about we talk about that later." Dad suggested.

"Okay," I agreed. Then a new question popped into my young mind. "Dad, where is Uncle Justin?"

"Would you like to see him?" Dad asked and I nodded, though I knew I probably would not be able to stay awake much longer. "Okay buddy I'll go get him, he is in the waiting room." I listened as I heard Dad leave the room.

I am not sure when it happened but I was soon out like a light.

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"DEBBIE, CANT YOU SHUT THAT LITTLE BRAT OF YOURS UP!" Tony yelled over top of my hysterical screaming and crying. In fact I was in full `Temper Tantrum' mode!

"Can't you see I am trying to," Mommy said loud enough, so that Tony could hear her over my tantrum.

"I Don't Give A Shit Debbie! Shut Him Up Now or I Will Knock His Lights Out!" Tony threatened.

"Tony, he is just a little boy, I told you we shouldn't have left him behind, I knew he would react this way," Mommy said adamantly.

"Fuck that Debbie, he is too old for that shit! Besides it was disgusting! I didn't want that smelly thing in my car, and furthermore if you weren't my girl, I would have left that brat of yours behind as well!"

"Tony we should go back and get him, you know he won't calm down until we do." Mommy pleaded with Tony.

"Debbie, get it through your thick skull, I am not going back and that is final," Tony Growled. "If you want to go back so bad, I will be more than happy to pull onto the side of the road and kick the both of you out of my car."

All through this conversation my tantrum had continued. I had no intention of giving up anytime soon. I was determined to keep it up until I got him back. I was mad and upset that they made me leave him behind. I loved him and we did everything together. He was the only friend I had in the whole wide world. Now because of `Them' I lost the only protection I ever had from the bad things in the world. So I continued to Cry, Scream, and throw my tantrum, until they hopefully turned back and rescued my friend.

"I can't stand his hollering any longer! I swear Debbie if I have to pull over and take care of it myself, there will not be enough of him left to identify!" Tony again threatened.

"Let me see what we have in the bag, maybe there is something in there to calm him down." Mommy said desperately while going through a small black bag which I recognized as mommy's bad medicine bag.

Mommy continued to dig through the bag until she came upon a small vial of liquid. "We have a little bit of Heroin left, maybe I should give that to him." Mommy said, unsure of herself.

"That's mine Debbie! Give the brat something else," Tony demanded.

"Tony, there is nothing else in here that will work. At least the Heroin will, and much faster as well." Mommy told Tony while digging through the bag looking for something else. She then pulled out a small object which I was almost positive what it was, but couldn't tell for sure through the tears streaming from my eyes at the time. "It is either this, or you can continue to listen to him cry. It is up to you Tony."

Tony looked like he was thinking and all of a sudden he slammed his fist on the steering wheel. "Damn it Debbie, I wish you never had that brat." Tony was quiet for a couple minutes as he thought about the situation. "FUCK IT! Go ahead and give it to him, but I swear Debbie you are going to replace it and if you don't, I will take it out of the brat's hide!"

I really couldn't tell what Mommy was doing, but I did have a good idea what it was. This brought up the fear level by a power of a million. This wasn't my first time to be drugged. That was the common solution it seemed to get rid of me. Just drug little Davey, that way we could do this or that.

"Tony can you pull to the side of the road?" Mommy asked Tony.

"Why do I have to pull to the side of the road?" Tony Bellowed.

"You remember what happened the last time, do you want a repeat of it. If anything it will make it easier, you can hold him down while I give him the shot."

At this point I knew for fact what was about to happen as I tried to open the car door, but it was no use as it had one of those child safety latches that was supposed to keep kids like myself from doing exactly what I was trying to do, which was making sure a child could not open the door while driving down the road.

The whole thing was in haste as I knew this like so many other times would be a losing battle. Even so I wasn't about to give up without a fight. So when Tony pulled over and Mommy got out and opened the back passenger side car door, I tried to rush her and escape. This though was expected by Tony as he grabbed me when I tried to get around Mommy.

"Hurry Debbie the little brat is trying to bite me!" Tony yelled as I failed to sink my teeth in his arm.

As soon as I saw the needle in Mommy's hand I tensed up in fright, and as I felt it plunge into me, my bladder let go.

"Shit, the little piss-pants just wet himself on me!" Tony said in disgust as he threw me on the ground so hard it knocked the air out of me.

"TONY! You're hurting him!" Mommy cried out worriedly. "You know he can't help it. Just get him back in the car so we can get going."

"Debbie if you want to bring him along then you can put him back in the car! ...Oh don't forget to put the plastic down; I don't want him pissing all over my seats again."

As mommy lifted me up and put me back into the car, on the now spread out plastic, I felt the Heroin start to work its magic and soon I was in a weird feeling place, as the thoughts of the last couple hours came back to me.

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I had lost track a long time ago on how many times we had moved since our escape from Las Vegas. Because of this I had no way of telling what number this move would make. What I could tell you, like most all of the other moves, we done so in the middle of the night. I guess Mommy and Tony preferred the night time air for moving.

It had been three Birthdays since that night Mommy ran into her old friend and we moved from Las Vegas. As we left Vegas I couldn't help thinking that I would miss all of those pretty lights all over the city.

From that first night after leaving Vegas, we bounced around from town to town, never staying longer than a few weeks. It was during this time I started to ask Mommy about her friend. Whenever I did try to ask her who he was, her response was always the same. "Davey, stop bugging me, he was a nobody! Why don't you go outside and play." It didn't matter if it was pitch black outside, she would still tell me to go outside and play.

That was all a long time ago. I was no longer a little 7 year old boy; I was now a big boy of 10. I even did my fair share of the work whenever we moved. Of course I wasn't very big so I just helped with whatever I could. It seemed like every time we moved we ended up leaving more and more stuff behind, like a lot of my toys. I tried to stick up for my toys as if they were alive like the toys in `Toy Story'. I even had Buzz Lightyear, the one who talked and had all the cool sayings. I use to own Woody as well, like so many of my other toys he was left behind during one of our moves. I couldn't help hoping that Woody would gather the rest of my toys and come looking for me. I figured my toys loved me as much as I loved them.

No matter how many moves we made, there was one thing I would never leave without, and that was Harold. I had Harold as long as I could remember. Harold would protect me from all the bad things out there in the real world and even some more nearer to me.

Harold was always the first thing I would grab; I knew there was no way I would ever want to leave him behind. Over the years Harold was starting to show his age, but that didn't matter. In my child like eyes, Harold still had plenty of years left in him. I knew also I would not be able to sleep without him.

You may be asking yourself by now who Harold was, no he was not some big floppy eared mutt, nope besides, I was scared of dogs. No, Harold was my Ninja Teddy Bear. Poor Harold has been through a lot over the years. A couple years ago he was attacked by a vicious dog that ended up taking one of Harold's ears as a souvenir. I had been 8 at the time and cried for a week over poor Harold's ear. At night though as I hugged Harold to me, he comforted me and told me not to worry as he gave that old mean dog his ear, so it wouldn't take one from me. I was happy that Harold was once again able to protect me.

Because Harold slept with me, it didn't take long for him to smell like a toilet. I kept apologizing to poor Harold every time I woke up and found out that I peed on him once again. But old Harold would just laugh and say, "Oh Davey it is just a little salty water." I always felt better after he reassured me.

I took Harold everywhere with me including school. At that time I didn't care if Harold and I were laughed at, as I always knew that sooner or later we would move once again. Of course some might find it disgusting carrying around a pee smelling stuffed bear who I talk to and was positive that he talked back.

Every couple weeks Mommy would have to pry Harold out of my arms to wash him. As he was being washed and dried, I would sit Indian style in front of the washer and dryer. I would not leave the laundry facilities until poor Harold was back in my arms.

Each time I got Harold back I would have to comfort him as much as he did for me. "Oh Davey, please don't let them try to drown me again." I would hear Harold beg me.

You are probably asking why this is so important, well I will tell you why. When I went to bed that night I had brought poor Harold to bed with me, like normal. That evening before I went to bed mommy tried to once again grab poor Harold so she could once again try to drown him in the washing machine. He was beginning to smell pretty ripe by then as it had been a while since his last washing.

"Davey I wish you would stop hugging that filthy bear to your body like that, and last night I saw you chewing on his ear when you were asleep" Mommy griped while trying to take the bear from me.

"Now that explains it all," I thought to myself. I now knew why Harold's remaining ear was in pretty bad shape. Even so I wasn't about to let mommy take him. "Mommy I can't sleep without him," I cried while squeezing Harold tighter to my body.

Mommy, I guess had no idea how Harold protected me at night. Whenever Harold was with me I knew I was safe. And even those nights that Harold was not able to stop what happened, he always comforted me afterwards.

Most of the nights that bad things happened to me Harold would simply mysteriously disappear. Because of this he wasn't there to help protect me when I was hurt. On those nights I would worry about what happened to Harold. The very next morning afterwards I would always hunt all over for him. I knew by now where Harold was most likely to be. For some reason on these mornings I would find Harold usually stuffed in the trash. Sometimes one of the trash cans and other times in the dumpsters outside whatever apartment building we were staying at the time.

As soon as I would find my old worn out, smelly, one eared, brown bear, I would hug him tightly to myself. "Davey I am very sorry! I did try to stop him, but the bad man over powered me and then threw me away." Harold would always explain to me.

I of course always forgave Harold as I knew he would do anything to help and protect me but sometimes it just wasn't possible.

I know at ten I am probably too old to have a teddy bear, and I was definitely too old to believe he actually talks back to me. The thing is, this fantasy of mine was like a life raft in the middle of the ocean. I guess when you live a life like mine your mind needs something to keep it from going crazy. Now I know that might sound ridicules considering someone might consider it crazy to be talking to a stuffed bear and believing it talks back, but that in itself is a harmless fantasy. The type of crazy I am talking about would be the type that would hurt me or others.

That night, about five hours before Tony came home and woke me and Mommy and told us we were leaving right then, Mommy had snuck into my room after I fell asleep and took Harold and put him in the wash. When I had been awakened that early morning hours before sunrise, at first I was too foggy to think about Harold. Normally he would be right there next to me and I would instinctively pick him up. I am sorry to say this but because of the hurry I didn't even think about Harold until we finally got as much as we could in the car.

"Mommy have you seen Harold? I don't know where he is Mommy!" I screamed.

"Davey I am sure he is in the car somewhere." Mommy tried to tell me. "Come on Davey get in the car we have to go."

"NO! I WANT HAROLD!" I screamed louder.

"Debbie, get that brat of yours in the car or I am going to leave him!" Tony spat out in anger.

At this I ran back inside and up to our apartment where I ran from room to room looking for Harold and calling out his name as if he could answer me back. I hadn't been in there long when Mommy came in to grab me and take me back down to the car. At this point I was screaming and crying out for Harold and my eyes were so full of tears that when I ran from one bedroom to the hallway I missed the open door and smacked right into the door frame. That itself was enough to have me crying even harder from the pain. Of course Mommy was quickly on top of me and then picked me up and tried to comfort me.

"Davey come on, be a big boy. I am sorry you hurt yourself." Mommy said soothingly, trying to calm me down. Then all of a sudden she must have had an epiphany. "Davey I almost forgot, I put Harold in the washing machine down in the laundry room."

That was all it took to instantly calm me down, well I was stilly crying and hiccupping but I was a lot calmer than I was a moment ago.

"Mommy, can we go get him please?!" I pleaded with her as I tried drying my face off with my pajama sleeve.

As we got back downstairs with Mommy still holding me, we found Tony blocking our way towards the laundry room. I guess somehow he must have heard us as we were coming down the stairs and had no intention of letting us go to the laundry room.

"Debbie, I ain't going to tell you this again!" Tony hissed as he grabbed me out of Mommy's arms. If you don't get in the car right now, I am going to break his scrawny neck!" Tony growled as he then grabbed my neck with one hand and started to squeeze it so hard that it started to cut off the Oxygen that my body and brain needed to live.

"TONY! NO! DON'T KILL MY BABY!" I heard mommy scream as I felt myself growing faint.

"Then do what I say Debbie!" Tony demanded.

"Alright Tony you win, but you know what will happen!" Mommy declared.

"I'll tell you what will happen! We are not going to drag that stupid stuffed bear all over the place, that brat of yours is too old for it anyway. I am about sick of you and your brat Debbie, so you better get in the car now!" Tony demanded as he finally loosened his grip on my throat and I was able to breathe again.

"Alright, alright I am going, can I please have my son?" Mommy asked in a scared and worried voice.

At that Tony let go of me and Mommy quickly scooped me up and carried me out to the car where still dazed from the loss of Oxygen I was buckled in the backseat. It wasn't until we were about ten minutes down the road that my head cleared enough for me to realize that we just left Harold behind, this of course led to the tantrum and the outcome from it.

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So here I was, flying high not a care in the world. I still was thinking about Harold and knew I should be upset, but for some reason was finding it difficult to do so. I didn't even care that I had crapped myself at some point, nothing could impact me anymore. I guess that is why I didn't see it coming!

I am not sure how long we had been on the road and was not even sure when exactly we had stopped. All I know was that suddenly the back seat car door was yanked open and before I knew it I was grabbed from the back seat by my hair. This immediately somewhat cleared my foggy head as the pain coming from my scalp caused me to yell out, not only in pain but also terror.

Tony managed to drag me from the car and out into some parking lot. I continued to scream hoping Mommy would come to my rescue but she was nowhere in sight.

What I didn't know at the time was that Tony had stopped at some seedy motel to grab some sleep before pushing on. He had sent Mommy into the office to get a room for us. Mommy didn't even know what Tony was doing to me.

"Listen you little snot nosed brat! I have had to smell your crappy pants for the last hour and I am sick of it. There is no way you are going to stay in the room with us," and as Tony said this he flung me to the pavement where a sudden burst of pain shot through me.

I was in a lot pain at that moment, and I knew it was all because I no longer had Harold to protect me from Tony. Then I thought of why I didn't have Harold anymore and all the fear inside of me turned to boiling rage.

I know it was stupid but at that moment I was not capable of thinking straight. I picked myself off the pavement and then charged at Tony, intending on putting all my speed and strength at busting him in the sweet spot. Ironically it was Tony himself who taught me this. Anyway Tony saw it coming a mile away and with one punch into my gut knocked all of the air out of me. Down I went, and as I crumpled to the ground, I felt a sudden pain and then a falling sensation as I started to black out, as Tony hit the top of my head with his fist.

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