All Alone: Chapter 14
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.
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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 14: Sunday November 17th, 2013 – After Church
As I expected, church was extremely boring. Since Mom and I were not regular church goers, it had been some time since I have been even inside a church let alone at a service. I have to say, I hope it will be the last time as well.
No sooner had we gotten into the front door, Mrs. Jackson totally embarrassed me. It enforced the idea that she was just toying with me the night before!
"Jamie, I want you to try and go potty before we go into the Sanctuary." If she had stopped right there, I might have been okay, but of course, she didn't. "... I really don't want to take a chance you might have an accident during the service."
When she said this, several nearby people looked over at me and Mrs. Jackson. At that moment I found myself wishing that I could shrink to the size of a flea and escape those piercing looks from all those strangers who now knew I had a problem with wetting my pants.
Mrs. Jackson seemed to be oblivious to the embarrassment that she was causing me or the stares we were getting. Then again, maybe she was and didn't care. Knowing Mrs. Jackson for the short time I did and seeing how she was about my accidents, I was betting on the latter.
"Adam, can you show Jamie where the bathroom is?" Mrs. Jackson asked her son. Then as an afterthought she added, "Also, while you are there, you should go as well!"
As Mrs. Jackson said this, I could see that Adam was not happy one bit. I don't think he liked the idea that she made it sound like he too had accidents. Adam mumbled something angrily under his breath, and then led the way to the bathroom.
It turned out that going to the bathroom was a good thing, as I really did need to pee. As I stood at the urinal and emptied my bladder, I couldn't help wondering if I would have wet my pants if I had not gone as Mrs. Jackson asked.
As we sat forever in church that morning I thought about this earlier thought and I was now sure that if I hadn't gone then, I would have never made it until the children were excused for Sunday school. I would have definitely have wet my pants, that is if Mrs. Jackson refused to let me leave to pee. One of the things that the Jacksons informed me last night was, that I would not be allowed to leave the Sanctuary for any reason once we went inside. That is until we were excused for Sunday school. Even still, by the time we were excused, I had to go again!
Adam once again joined me and seemed to be also bursting at the seams. He definitely looked relieved as he peed in the urinal next to me. Once we finished and washed our hands, Adam showed me to our Sunday school classroom.
It turned out that there are not that many kids that go to this church so all the kids over 6 met in one classroom. The much older kids like Jessie remained in the church service as they didn't do Sunday school classes for them. I do have to say that this part of church seemed to go by faster. Being new, I worried how the other kids would treat me. Other than a few stares that I got when we first entered the room, it wasn't too bad. There was one thing that made me feel subconscious though. I wondered if any of the kids in the room had heard what Mrs. Jackson had said when we first got there.
When Sunday school was over, so was church. We then all piled back into the car. It turns out that the Jacksons had regular routine on Sundays. They go to church in the morning, then once it was over, they headed to their favorite restaurant for an early dinner. It was a local buffet that I never heard of. I have to say though that the food tasted great and I stuffed myself. It was also nice that Mrs. Jackson never once made me eat anything I didn't like. I did remember though to do as Mary asked and ate some vegetables that I did like. A couple times while at the restaurant, when she thought I was fidgeting too much Mrs. Jackson would ask me if I have to go to the bathroom. This of course embarrassed me when she did this.
After dinner, we headed over to Mrs. Jackson's parents' house and visited them. It turns out that they are pretty nice; it made me wonder where they went wrong with their daughter.
All in all, I managed to get through the day without wetting myself. Though I did have Mrs. Jackson constantly reminding me to use the bathroom, so that I wouldn't again. Each time she did this, it seemed to me that she said it loud enough, so that other nearby people could hear. Again I found myself thinking how she played me for the fool last night!
By the time we got back home, it was getting late. Mrs. Jackson popped some popcorn and Mr. Jackson picked out a movie on Netflix for us all to watch. This was another part of their Sunday routine. Every Sunday evening, they popped popcorn and watched a movie together. I have to admit, other than the fact that I was not allowed anything to drink with the popcorn, it was pretty nice. In fact I noticed that Adam was not allowed anything to drink either. I thought that this was pretty strange for a kid that his parents thought stopped wetting the bed a year ago.
As soon as the movie was over with, Mrs. Jackson sent both Adam and I to get ready for bed as it was close to 8:30. This of course reminded me of the fact that I was starting a new school tomorrow. I was thinking about my upcoming school day while brushing my teeth when Adam asked me a question.
"My Sis says you might need another GoodNite tonight. I'll get it for you after we get ready for bed."
I wasn't sure what to say about this. I hadn't thought of the possibility that Jessie would have told anyone else about me wearing one of those. I guess I should have expected it since Jessie would have to borrow them from her brother. In the end, I decided to just thank him.
"Thank you." I said quietly.
"No problem." He responded.
As I continued to brush my teeth, the earlier question of why Adam wasn't allowed anything to drink popped back into my mind. I found a strong need to know why this was the case.
"Adam, do you mind me asking a personal question?" I asked cautiously.
Adam looked to be deliberating his answer but finally nodded his head. "Yeah, it's okay."
I smiled relieved. "I was wondering why your mom wouldn't allow you anything to drink tonight?" I asked him. "I understand why she wouldn't let me..." I didn't finish as I could see that Adam knew what I was wondering.
I could see that he was a little embarrassed by the question but got over it quickly. He then sighed before trying to explain.
"My mom believes it is because I don't drink anything past 7pm, that I don't wet my bed anymore. Since I stopped wetting, I had a couple accidents that my mom believes was because I drank before going to bed." Adam explained; he of course did not yet know that I knew he still regularly wets his bed. "Anyway, I always sneak a drink after brushing my teeth."
Adam then showed me how he cups his hands together so that they formed a small cup and drank from it. We both did this several times until our thirst was quenched. We then took turns using the bathroom and I went first.
While I was sitting on the toilet trying my best to empty everything inside out of me, Adam snuck a GoodNite into my room.
"I put that thing we were talking about earlier under your pillow." Adam quietly informed me as I came out of the bathroom. I smiled and thanked him as he passed me to take his own turn in the bathroom. He then turned and looked at me before he closed the door. "It's no problem, I understand." He then became silent as if in thought. "I am sorry for laughing at you the other day." He finally said before shutting the door and ending our conversation.
As I went to my room and closed my door, my heart started to pound quicker and quicker in my chest. I started to feel a rush at the thought of putting on the GoodNite, which I had found where Adam said he would leave it. As I slipped it up my legs, a weird but very good feeling exploded from me. I had no idea what was happening and I definitely couldn't understand why I had these weird feelings about wearing GoodNites. Again, I made sure the GoodNite was completely covered and hidden under my pajama bottoms. Then, as I heard Mrs. Jackson come up the stairs to make sure we were in bed, I jumped into mine and quickly covered myself.
As Mrs. Jackson first entered Adam's room, I remembered the kindness that he showed me tonight. Was it real? Was he really sorry? I was really starting to feel that I indeed judged Adam too quickly. I now had a good idea what it must have been like for him when he was wetting all the time. I also remembered how his sister said he had no friends. As I drifted off to sleep, I found myself wondering how long Adam has felt ... All Alone!