Isabella: Our Adopted Baby

Chapter 19

After eating lunch, I didn't feel like doing much of anything. I was still upset after everything that had happened before lunch. I knew Giovanni and Quinn weren't trying to ruin my life but it was hard for me to not feel so defeated. They had coerced me into signing the contract and giving up all of my rights. It felt so unfair.

I went back to my room and resorted to lying in the bed they provided for me. It was comfortable and the blankets were cozy but I tried my hardest not to enjoy it too much. After all, they were forcing me to do things I didn't want to do.

I couldn't help but count down the days until the contract was up. I was only at 29 and a half but that was better than 30. I really hoped the days passed by faster than they were. I knew it wouldn't take me long to get stir-crazy.

My anxiety and fear must have been enough to make me sleep. I didn't feel tired in the way that I needed sleep, but that I needed a release from everything going on. There was a lot to deal with, especially when I couldn't get away and get some reprieve.

Quinn was the one to wake me up instead of Giovanni. I couldn't decide if I liked her or him better. Both of them had shown that they could get mean with me and I didn't like it when either of them did. They both had moments where they were nice to me and maybe in a different world where I wasn't forced to be their baby, I might have liked being their friend. I just wasn't sure I wanted that once the contract was up.

Quinn brushed my hair out of my face. She sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over my shoulder so she could see me better. The bed was fairly small but she managed to stay on it with me. I was glad it wasn't any bigger.

"Isabella, sweetheart. Dinner's ready," She cooed softly.

I pulled the blanket over more of my face and hid in the darkness it provided. "I don't want any."

"You have to eat. We don't want you to go hungry."

"I just want to stay in bed."

She started rubbing my arm and it made me mad that she was trying to comfort me. I didn't want her to be nice to me. It was easier to not like her when she was being mean. "I know you're upset because of our rules but I think if you give them a chance, you'll get used to them. It won't seem too bad once you're used to it."

"I don't want to get used to it." Getting used to it would mean I was okay with their rules and I didn't want to be okay with it.

"I know you're frustrated. There's a lot to understand and it's okay to struggle with that. We just don't want you to say no and make your own decisions about what you will and won't do. You signed the contract that says you'll follow our rules and do as we say so that needs to start happening."

I groaned. They were so persistent that I follow the rules. They were giving me no other choice but to follow the rules or else they would punish me or tell ASI I breached the contract. I couldn't let them do that.

So it was either follow the rules or be punished.

Neither were good options.

My groan quickly turned into a series of cries and sobs that I struggled to contain. I hated to cry in front of them and let them know how weak I was. It let them know that I was vulnerable and easy to manipulate and I didn't want to come across that way around them.

I turned into the pillow and shrunk myself into a ball, wishing it'd be enough to swallow me up.

"Let's just focus on one thing at a time. Let's just go have dinner. That's not so stressful."

I wiped the tears and snot from my face. I didn't want to go and be around them. They were going to try and act like everything was fine. I didn't want to force myself to follow the rules just because I had to knowing that it would make them happy.

Quinn got off the bed and walked away. I thought she was leaving the room until I heard the snap of her closing a pack of wipes. I thought she was going to make me change my diaper until she came back over to me.

"Sit up, baby."

I did as she said and she wiped my face just as Giovanni had earlier. She tucked my hair behind my ears.

"Let's go get something to eat."

I wanted so hard to tell her no and stay in my room but I was scared of getting punished again. They had no qualms about hurting me. They would do it whenever they deemed it necessary. So I wanted to avoid it at all costs.

I pushed the blanket off my legs and got out of bed.

Quinn smiled at me and left my room first. I followed after her, knowing she wouldn't go far without checking to see I was behind her.

As we started down the steps, I felt an urgent sensation in my lower stomach. Not wanting to draw attention to it, I resisted the urge to groan.

I bit my lip and gripped the railing as we descended the stairs. Knowing I had no other option, I took a deep breath and let go of my bladder. The diaper got warm as the liquid coated the material.

Once I finished, the diaper sagged just a little bit between my legs, forcing me to spread them as I walked. I tried my best to not make it obvious. The less attention that would be drawn to it, the better.

We went into the kitchen and I quickly took my seat at the table. I fixed the bottom of my dress so it covered the diaper, wanting to push it aside and forget what I'd just done.

As long as I could, anyway.