Isabella: Our Adopted Baby

Chapter 10

It took only a few minutes before they came upstairs to find me. I wasn't sure why I thought I'd have more time. But when they were ready to punish me, they didn't want to waste any time.

Giovanni and Quinn stepped into the bedroom and looked around the room. I half expected them to open the closet doors but they didn't. Maybe they didn't think I'd hide in there. Maybe they thought I was in a different room. I just hoped they wouldn't go looking for me.

"She couldn't have gone far. We would have seen her come down the steps," Quinn said.

"She's probably hiding. How far did she get before she threw a fit?"

"She got dressed for me but when I brought up the diaper, she got... mouthy." Quinn sighed and looked around the room. "Are we doing something wrong, Gio? Is there something wrong with us for wanting this kind of life?"

Giovanni put his arm around her and pulled her to his side. "We just haven't found the right person yet. That's the point of this whole program. I wish they would understand that. We're not trying to hurt them or scare them, we're just trying to find someone to invite into our little family."

Quinn wrapped her arms around him. "I really want a family, Gio."

"Just be patient, baby. We'll get there."

"What are we supposed to do now? She needs punished but... we have to find her first."

Giovanni shook his head. "She's most likely hiding because she's scared. I don't think punishing her is the best idea right now. Let's just give her time to come out on her own."

"And then what?"

"We'll worry about that once we're there. Let's go watch some TV or something. You need to relax."

Quinn groaned as they headed out of the bedroom. "What I really need is a giant tub of ice cream and a glass of wine."

Giovanni laughed and the two headed down the steps.

I pushed the basket away and crawled out of my hiding spot. I pushed the door open and got to my feet.

I grabbed my dress from the basket and felt around the fabric. There were pockets in my dress but they weren't the most practical. I was hoping that maybe my phone was in one of the pockets by chance. I was hoping to get lucky but that wasn't in the cards for me.

I wasn't sure where I left it or where it ended up. I knew Giovanni and Quinn didn't want me to have it. I was hoping that if I could hide it, I could use it when I wanted. Until I found it, I wasn't going to be able to do that.

I ran my fingers through my hair and went to the doorway that led to the hallway. I glanced down the steps to my left, hoping no one was watching me.

Luckily, they weren't.

I walked to the guest bathroom in the hallway and tried the doorknob but it was locked. I tried to be quiet as I crept to Giovanni and Quinn's bedroom. I tried their bathroom door but it was locked too. They really didn't want me to use the bathroom.

It took everything in me not to scream in frustration. I didn't want them to find me nor did I want it to be in the middle of a meltdown. I wanted to prevent getting punished as much and as long as I could.

I balled my hands into fists and walked back into my bedroom. I wasn't sure what to do. I couldn't hide in the bedroom forever. I would have to eat, shower, and go to the bathroom because there was no way I could use the diapers to do that. I'd likely run into Giovanni and Quinn doing any of those things.

Ugh. They were the worst.

I sat down on the bed and ran my hands over the blankets. They were soft, almost like throw blankets. The pillows were covered with pink pillowcases that felt silky. The mattress was comfortable at least.

I laid back and stared up at the ceiling. 29.5 days and I could leave. I couldn't spend those days in my room. I couldn't hide for thirty days straight.

But maybe a little more time couldn't hurt.

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When I woke up, the clock on top of the dresser read 4:09 a.m. I was still tired so I wasn't sure why I was still awake.

I sat up in bed and pushed my hair out of my eyes. I felt a sudden pressure on the lower part of my stomach and realized I had to pee. I hadn't gone since before my interview.

I groaned and covered my face with my hands. It was never going to get any better. Only worse. Giovanni and Quinn were going to see to it that my life for the next 29 days was hell.

I got out of bed and crept through my room. I was glad the floor was carpeted so they wouldn't hear my footsteps.

I moved slowly through the hallway as I headed for the bathroom. I could only move so slowly due to my bladder screaming at me to empty as soon as possible.

When I got to the door and the knob wouldn't turn, I nearly screamed in frustration and anger. They couldn't seriously expect me to use diapers and be okay with it. I was a grown adult. All this baby stuff was demeaning and they had to know that unless they were mentally ill.

Surely Jennifer and ASI wouldn't have Giovanni working for them if he was unsafe.

I bit my lip and tried to think of a solution. I still had to go to the bathroom. That feeling wasn't going to go away until I relieved myself.

I walked back to my bedroom and slowly shut the door behind me. I had to come up with something. I had to pee really bad. Thinking about it wasn't helping, either.

In my pacing, I turned in the direction of the changing pad and where the diapers were. A thought popped into my head but I quickly told myself it was stupid and I wasn't doing it.

But I really had to pee...

I bit my lip and walked over to the cabinet where the diapers were. I pulled one out and looked at it. I couldn't believe I was even thinking about using them. It was so childish and disgusting.

But what other choice did I have?

I opened up the diaper and spread it out on the floor in front of me. I pushed my underwear down and lifted the shirt I was wearing so I wouldn't get it dirty.

With my eyes squeezed shut, I sat over the diaper and released my bladder. I tried not to think about what I was doing. I tried not to think about how humiliating it was.

When I was done, I quickly folded up the diaper and tossed it in the trash. I put my underwear back on and got back into bed.

I laid in bed for the next three hours, unable to get out of my head what I had just done.