All Alone: Chapter 8
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 8: Thursday November 14th, 2013 - 8:27pm
As Jessie had predicted, Mrs. Jackson soon came up to let us know it was bedtime. I heard her first enter Adam's room and tell him to get ready for bed. A few moments later, she step into my room and told me the same.
It had only been a few minutes since Jessie had left and I had only managed to read another page in my book, before Mrs. Jackson entered my room. I knew that there was only a few more before the end of the chapter. Wanting to at least finish the chapter, I found myself hoping that I might be able to talk her into letting me read for a while in bed. Besides, I wasn't even tired yet.
"Ma'am, is it okay if I read in bed for a while?" I asked hopefully.
"No! It is bedtime and I want you to go to sleep!" She said abruptly, managing to smash any hope I had of leniency.
Still, I wasn't about to give up.
"But I'm not tired!" I whined.
"I don't care if you are tired or not. When I say it is bedtime; that is what I mean!" She snapped at me. "Unless you want to get on my bad side, I suggest you do as I say!"
"Her Bad side!" This thought erupted through my mind like a volcano going off.
So far, I had been nothing but on her bad side! I couldn't help wondering if this woman even had a good side. My guess was that there was bad, and then there was worse!
She then took my book from me and set it on my dresser before opening the top drawer. She quickly looked through it. Not finding what she was looking for, she closed that drawer and one by one, looked into the others. Finally, closing the last drawer she turned back to me looking irritated.
"Didn't you bring any pajamas with you?"
Now understanding why she was looking through the drawers, I shook my head. "No, I don't wear pajamas to bed anymore. My mom lets me wear a t-shirt and underwear to bed."
She then gave me a look of superiority before declaring, "In this house, you will wear pajamas to bed!"
"But I don't have any!" I cried out.
"For now, you can wear an old pair of Adam's pajamas that he grew out of." She huffed. "I suppose you didn't bring your toothbrush either?"
To be fair, when I packed my things, I didn't even think about things like my toothbrush. My mind was focused more on my missing mother.
"No, I forgot."
"We will pick you up a new one tomorrow. For now, I want you to go use the bathroom!" She instructed. "I will get you the pajamas while you are doing that." And even though I didn't feel the need, I decided to at least go and try to pee.
I had found the bathroom earlier that day when I needed it shortly after I had arrived. It was directly across from Adam's room. Speaking of Adam, I saw him at the sink brushing his teeth as I entered the bathroom. I saw him watch me through the mirror as I went over to the toilet. There was one nice thing about this bathroom at least, the toilet and bathtub were in a separate part of the bathroom and I was able to close the door. I wasn't prepared to openly pee in front of somebody I barely knew.
When I got done with the bathroom, I found Mrs. Jackson waiting in my room for me. I couldn't help wonder, "What now!" I did notice that she had brought me a pair of pajamas.
"Put these on!" She stated dryly.
I waited for Mrs. Jackson to leave but she instead stood her and watched me like a hawk. "Can I please have some privacy?" I asked her.
Mrs. Jackson snorted, and then she turned and started to walk out of the room. When she got to the door, she stopped and without looking at me she stated, "I will be back in a minute. Make sure you are in the pajamas by the time I am back." She then left, closing the door behind her.
Not knowing for sure how long she was going to give me, I quickly stripped out of my clothes. Once I was down to my underwear, I put on the pajamas that use to belong to Adam. They were a little tight but otherwise they did fit. I was about to get into bed when Mrs. Jackson opened my door and came back into the room.
It turned out that she wanted to tell me a couple more rules before letting me go to sleep.
"You will remain in bed and not leave it until it is time to get up." She instructed.
"But what if I have to use the bathroom?" I was worried that she was not going to allow me to pee once I went to bed.
"You of course will be allowed to use the bathroom, but if you are caught fiddle farting around, you will get in trouble. Other than the bathroom, you are expected to remain in bed! If I or Mr. Jackson find you wondering around our home in the middle of the night; we will lock you in the room until morning! Do you understand?!" Nervously I nodded my head. "Good, we don't want you getting into our things!" The way she said this to me, it almost sounded as if she suspected that I would do this the first time I got a chance.
She than shut off my light and walked out of my room, leaving my bedroom door wide open. I guess she did this purposefully so that she would hear me if I decided to get up instead of go to sleep.
For the next several hours, I tossed and turned. No matter how much I tried, I could not fall asleep. I had a lot on my mind and it just wasn't ready to shut off. I also found it hard to sleep somewhere new and not fully welcomed.
Even with the door opened, very little light made it up the stairs and into the room. Because of this it was hard to see. I would never admit this to anyone, but I found myself a little scared in this strange house all alone in the dark.
For a while I listened to the TV. I wasn't sure if the Jackson's knew or cared about how loud it was. It was loud enough that I was able to hear what was being said all the way from the living room to my bedroom. For a while, the noise comforted me.
I am not sure what time it was when they turned off the TV and went to bed. All I knew was that the house became strangely quiet. I found this quiet eerie, as I was not use not use to it. The apartment complex I lived in was next to the interstate, and the noise of the traffic could be heard throughout the night. I now was not only in the dark but also in the strange quietness. It almost felt like I could have been in a deep abyss.
I laid there for hours in the quiet dark and thought. It wasn't until the wee hours of the morning that I finally fell asleep. Unfortunately, I was plagued by nightmares. The last one was about my mom.
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I was sitting in the front seat of our car when it broke down. "COME ON!" My mother shouted out, annoyed.
She didn't say anything to me as she got out of the car and proceeded to open the hood.
"What's wrong Mom?" I called out to her. Instead of answering me, I heard her cuss under her breath.
After leaning under the hood and checking for any seeable problems, Mom returned to the driver seat and once again tried to turn over the engine. Instead of it roaring to life, all I heard was a fast clicking ticking sound. My mom seemed greatly annoyed as she hit the steering wheel. I jumped in my seat as the car horn blared from her hitting it.
"What's wrong with the car Mom?" I asked again.
"Damn starter!" She cussed again, this time louder than before.
We both watched as a car slowed down and pulled over in front of us. The driver got out and carefully approached us. As he neared us, he shouted out something that neither of us quite heard. Trying to find out what he said, my mother rolled down her window.
"What was that?" My mom asked him as he came up along her side of the car.
"I was wondering if I could give you a lift somewhere?" The man asked her.
He was dressed in a suit and tie and looked like a business man. I almost expected to see him carrying a briefcase with him. His smile seemed genuine to me but it looked as if my mom wasn't too sure about it or him for that matter. She seemed hesitant at accepting this stranger's offer at a ride. I saw that Mom was looking at the car ahead of us so I looked at it too. I noticed that there was someone else in the front seat of the car but could only barely make out the resemblance of a woman in the front seat.
I guess the man also saw my mother's hesitancy. "Would you at least like to use my cell phone so that you can call someone?" He offered.
Mom seemed a little more willing to accept this offer as I saw her nod her head. "Thank you so much." She added as the guy handed her his cell phone.
All through this, I sat in my seat quietly. Since no one was speaking to me, I did the polite thing and didn't say anything. I watched as mom pulled out her triple A card from her purse so that she could look up the number she needed to call. She then punched in the numbers and waited for someone to answer.
"Hi, my car broke down and I really need a tow." Mom told whoever answered the phone.
She then gave the person her card number and her location.
"How long did you say it was going to be?" Mom asked in disbelief. "Is there not anyone closer?" She did not seem happy when she heard how long it was going to take to get a tow truck out to her. Sighing, Mom agreed to whatever was said to her and ended her conversation with, "goodbye."
I watched as my mother sighed and handed the phone back to the guy at the window. "Are you sure you don't want a ride? You can always call them when you get home and let them know that you won't be here." The guy suggested to her.
"That is very kind of you sir but I think I am going to stay with my car." My mother said politely to him.
Then as if it just occurred to her, she asked the man if she could use his phone again. He nodded his head and handed the phone back to her. Mom thanked him and dialed another number. I couldn't help wondering who she was calling now. I would soon find out the answer to this but it would just confuse me.
"Honey." She then paused for a second. "Are you okay?"
Then as she listened to whoever it was on the other end, a nagging feeling came to me.
"I am sorry Honey. I am not at work. The car broke down again and I am stuck for a while until I can get it towed. Some nice person stopped to see if I was okay and they let me use their cell phone to call you and a tow truck service."
I now knew what was nagging me. This was the conversation I had earlier that day with my mother. The problem was, why was she talking to me on the phone, when I was sitting right next to her.
"Well, I just called them and they told me that it would be over 2 hours before they can get out here. They said they would give me a ride home as well but it may be a while. Luckily I have a book that I can read until they get out here." There was a brief pause as if Mom were thinking. "Honey, do me a favor, walk over to Mary's and stay there until I get home. I will call you then."
It was eerie listening to this conversation once again.
"I don't know..." Mom began
This time, I clearly heard my voice come from the phone. "Mommmmm! Please trust me!"
"Alright but you are to do exactly what I tell you. You are to lock the door and not let anyone inside. Also, I want you to start working on your homework before you turn that TV on, do you understand me?"
This must have been when I agreed. She then ended the conversation by saying goodbye and hanging up the cell phone before handing it back to the guy. He once again made an offer to take my mom home and when she politely said no, he wished her good luck. He then returned to his car and few minutes later, pulled back on the highway.
For a while, both Mom and I sat silently in the car. Mom was reading her book and I was just staring at the empty road in front of us. I had noticed that there had been no other cars since the guy had left. I pondered this for a while, when I suddenly felt the need to urinate. Somehow, I went from not noticing it at all, to extreme need.
"Mom, I need to pee." I urgently informed her.
Mom kept reading her book as if she couldn't hear me. As the need continued to grow, I sat there trying desperately to keep myself from peeing myself.
I had been holding myself for some time when I saw headlights, light us from behind. I hadn't even realized that it had gone from daylight to completely dark as we had sat there.
"About time!" My mom said as she placed the bookmark back into the book and set it down next to her.
Expecting it to be the tow truck driver, Mom got out and walked back towards the light. Still needing to pee, I just sat there and continued to hold myself. I waited for her to come back and get me, hoping that I didn't lose control and pee my pants while waiting.
Several minutes went by and Mom did not return to the car. As the urgency of my need grew to beyond my ability, I finally got out of the car and started to relieve myself along the side of the road. The headlights from the truck behind us lit up the area that I was peeing at. I had just started my flow when the lights pulled away and the truck got back on the highway and took off.
Stopping my flow for a second, I looked around in the dark for my mother. Even though it was pitch black, I could see that she was nowhere in sight! As my fear began to explode in me, my stream started once again; as I realized that I was now out here ... All Alone!
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