Isabella: Our Adopted Baby

Chapter 16

Talking with Quinn made me feel a lot better. It could have just been the stroke to my ego that made me feel better. After all, I got the closure I needed. I just wasn't sure that my apology was enough to prevent Quinn from being mad at me.

She had every right to be and if she suddenly changed her mind and went back to avoiding me, I would completely understand.

After she finished brushing out my hair, she went outside with Giovanni. She didn't strike me as the type to enjoy yard work. She was probably going outside to enjoy the warm air.

I went back to my spot on the couch. Playing with toys still didn't sound fun to me so I just went back to watching TV. I wasn't sure I'd ever stoop so low as to play with toys but I knew there were things worse than playing with toys.

Like having to go to the bathroom but knowing the only option was to basically pee myself.

I couldn't believe they were forcing me to use diapers. It was so degrading. Sure, they were paying me to follow their rules but it was costing me my dignity. Was $100,000 really worth sacrificing that?

I glanced at the door as I debated on whether I should tell Quinn or not. I was still holding out hope that they would have a change of heart and let me use the bathroom like a normal person.

Biting my lip, I got up and went up the steps to the second floor. I tried getting into the bathroom off from the hallway again but, just like the first time, it was locked.

They really did want to torture me after all.

I went into my bedroom and shut the door. I glanced around the room as my brain struggled to sift through the panic and find a solution. I couldn't hold my pee in forever.

I walked over to the changing area and knelt down on the pad. I reached up my skirt and pulled apart the diaper. It fell between my legs and I felt the relief of not having it on.

I knew that wouldn't last long with Giovanni and Quinn.

I opened up the diaper enough that things wouldn't get messy and relieved myself. My face flushed and I could feel my heart pounding in my ears. The seconds passed so slowly. I just wanted it to be over but my stupid bladder was full.

When I was finally done, I rolled up the diaper. I put it in the trash can and pushed it to the bottom, hoping that the sides would cover it. I didn't want to look at it and be reminded, again, of what I had done.

I grabbed a clean diaper and opened it up. I slid it between my legs and moved so I was lying on my back. I pulled the sides up and taped the diaper shut. I still wasn't used to the bulkiness of the diaper between my legs and how they wouldn't close all the way because of it.

I got to my feet and adjusted my dress, wanting to make sure it covered the diaper. I hated the feeling of embarrassment that came with wearing the diaper. That was something I didn't think Quinn and Giovanni understood. Either they didn't understand or they didn't care.

I wanted to believe they were decent people who cared about me but forcing me to do things I wasn't comfortable with didn't give me that impression.

I went back downstairs and got comfortable once again on the couch. I turned the TV on and was looking for something to watch when I heard my phone ding from somewhere in the kitchen.

Giovanni and Quinn were still outside so neither of them heard my phone go off.

I glanced at the door before I got up and ventured into the kitchen. I glanced around the room looking for any possible places my phone might be. I knew Quinn didn't want me to have my phone but I wasn't going to be on it long. I just wanted to check to see who was messaging me.

My phone went off again and I turned in the direction I heard it coming from. It sounded like it was near the fridge, specifically above the fridge.

I grabbed a chair from the table and carried it over to the fridge. I stood on it and looked above the fridge. All I saw was dust. I opened the cabinet above the fridge and saw my phone sitting just inside the right door.

I grabbed my phone and brushed the dust off on my dress. I tapped on the screen and it lit up with various messages and notifications that had accumulated since I'd last used it. I didn't have many messages and most of them were either spam or promotional messages from companies I followed. The top message was from my mom asking why I hadn't called her lately.

My mom was one that liked to pass the guilt onto anyone she could. She thrived on making people feel like she was better than them. I'd never met someone as good at manipulation as she was.

I wanted to message her back so she wouldn't worry about me but I knew it would only get her started on another argument. I didn't want to constantly be thinking about that when I had my own drama to deal with. I didn't need to add more.

I turned my phone to silent and put it back where I'd found it. I wasn't sure that I even wanted it anymore after seeing the message from my mom. I never got that many messages so if that's all I'd be seeing, what was the point of using my phone?

I got down from the chair and put it back under the table. Needing a breath of fresh air, I walked out of the kitchen through the garage door. The large door was open, allowing me to see out into the road that led to the other houses on the street.

I sat down on the steps leading into the garage and put my face in my hands. I just needed some peace and quiet for a while.