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The conclusion to Alice's story.   Kat arrived to get Alice out of the house, but where do they go from there and how does Alice even begin to put her life back together? --- Every update I post is available on my Ream and SubscribeStar pages one week before it is posted everywhere else. For $5 you can see everything I post before the rest of the diapered world. For $10 you can see every update early plus EVERY exclusive story I have written. That's 35 stories available ONLY on my subscription pages and nowhere else! I rely on my wonderful subscriber's support to be able to write like I do. Writing is my only income and the money I earn goes to help paying the bills, food and everything else my wife and I need. Everyone's support is HUGELY appreciated, without it I would have to find other work and I wouldn't be able to write nearly as much as I do, maybe at all. So thank you to everyone who checks out my subscriber pages and considers supporting me ❤️  https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- --- Epilogue --- I was sat on the bench with one leg crossed over the other. My foot was shaking at a thousand miles per hour. It was a busy hallway, lots of people going up and down to different places, many of them looked very important. I felt entirely out of place. I swallowed anxiously and started biting my nails, I managed to stop from putting my thumb in my mouth at least, I was getting better at that recently. “How are you feeling?” Kat asked. “Nervous.” I replied as I stared at the heavy wooden door in front of me, “And embarrassed.” “You have nothing to be embarrassed about.” Kat said as she put a hand on my back and rubbed a little bit. I remained silent. It was easy for Kat to say that when she wasn’t sitting in my position. It had taken a long time for me to even reach this point. At first, it felt impossible that I would ever be back to normal let alone… here. I felt sick. The knowledge of what I was going to face when walking through that door made me want to just get up and run away, to tell everyone I couldn’t do it. I wanted to hide from the world. But I knew I couldn’t. Not just because I felt sure my best friend would drag me into the room herself if she had to, but because I needed to confront this head on. Over the last several months I had gone through a lot of therapy. It was slow progress. I was a pretty unique case, and I don’t think the therapist knew quite what to do with me at first. But slowly, brick by brick, we started rebuilding the ruins of my life. There was a lot of anger and tears in those sessions, once or twice I had to end the session early, but there was a catharsis as well. I was able to talk about what had happened and the therapist hadn’t judged me. He had empathised, sympathised and suggested ways to move on. It was a slow process, and I had kept waiting for everyone around me to realise Mommy… Mom was right about me. But it never happened. It still felt like at any second the other shoe would drop. I’d been staying with Kat ever since the day she had pulled me out of the house. I knew I would be forever indebted to her. She went further than any friend could be expected to go. It was difficult and cramped in the apartment she was renting as she started her career, but we made it work. In many ways it was almost as if we were back in college. She had stayed with me every single step of the way. When I needed a shoulder to cry on, it was always hers. When I needed to scream and shout, she never judged me and was ready with hugs afterwards. As important as the doctors, therapists and police had been… I knew I could never have got where I was without Kat. The police. That had been a whole other thing. To be fair to them, they were as patient as they could be considering they had a case to build. Most of what they discovered was unsurprising. My statements were, in a lot of ways, easy to verify. The baby stuff had still been in the house when they arrived after all. They interviewed family as well, many of whom had been at the party where I had embarrassed myself so much. There was one huge revelation though, something that shocked me and made me realise that, from the very start, Mom had known what she was doing. In a cabinet in the kitchen, tucked away behind some boxes, the police found a plastic bag filled with containers of pills. I remember the initial questions being about whether Mom had a drug problem. I scoffed at the idea. She abhorred anything like that. I was right, Mom’s toxicology had come back clean, the pills however, had a surprise for all of us. Mom had amassed a pharmacy’s worth of diuretics and laxatives. Many of the boxes were empty. In the trash the police found empty boxes. It didn’t take a long time to put two and two together. Mom had been drugging me, perhaps from the moment I had come home. She couldn’t have known about the issues I had before finals at college which appeared to have just been a coincidence. Despite everything I had been through I still found myself shocked. I had accepted, after all the sessions in therapy, that Mom shouldn’t have done any of the things she did to me. But it was the revelation about the pills which made me realise that Mom had things planned from the very beginning. As soon as I walked in the front door, she knew what she was going to do. It was a level of callousness that made me shiver. “Alice?” The heavy door opposite the bench opened. A young man stuck his head through, and I felt my chest tighten, “They’ll be ready for you in five minutes, OK?” I nodded my head. My mouth felt dry and for a second, I thought I might pass out. Panic was rising inside me. Why did I think I could do this? I started to stand up, but Kat pulled herself closer to me and wrapped her arm around my shoulder. “Just breathe.” Kat said softly, “You’re stronger than you know.” “What if I mess it all up?” I asked, tears filling my eyes. “You won’t.” Kat replied. There was a silence. I took several deep breathes and tried to clear my head. I just wanted it all to be over, to go back home with Kat and watch TV whilst eating junk food. My mental state felt like it was held together with duct tape. “Can I ask you something?” I was looking at the floor. “Of course.” Kat replied. “Why did you come back for me?” I asked. It was a question that had been on my mind for a long time. “Because you are my friend, and you were in trouble.” Kat replied, “You’d have done the same for me.” “I doubt you’d ever have found yourself in THAT position.” I said with a little snort of laughter. “Maybe not.” Kat conceded, “But if I was in trouble, you’d have come for me. I know it.” “How did you know I needed help?” I continued, “I was such a bad friend and didn’t reply to you so much anyway, what made you think you had to come and save me?” “It was something I thought about from the moment I was blocked on the messenger.” Kat sighed, “I kick myself that I didn’t come earlier…” “Hey.” I said sternly, “If I’m not allowed to blame myself, then you can’t blame yourself either.” “That’s fair.” Kat chuckled, “Alright, well, I was used to you ignoring me but the message “you” sent before blocking me… it was just wrong.” “I don’t think I’ve ever been told what Mom wrote.” I said. “She was pretending to be you, obviously. She wrote “I don’t want to know you anymore. You keep prying into my life and I hate it. Don’t ever try to contact me again.”” “That’s it?” I asked. “That was it.” Kat nodded, “But I knew you wouldn’t ever speak to me that way. You’re too nice. Even if I was butting in too much, I knew you would never block me. I just regret that I took so long deciding to come help you out. Part of me wondered if maybe I should mind my own business, part of me wondered if I should just get on with my new job… I’m embarrassed to say part of me just didn’t want the hassle. Imagine that, my best friend being kept like… that, and all I can think of is that I couldn’t be bothered.” “But you did bother.” I replied, “You saved me.” I took a deep breath. I looked up at the clock above the door. Just a minute left, maybe less. I looked at Kat and saw she was angry with herself again. I kept telling her she should see a therapist too, to work through the anger she felt, but she was stubborn. I couldn’t complain. It was that stubbornness that eventually rescued me. “Kat, I…” I started but the door in front of us opened again. “They’re ready for you.” The young man said with a soft smile. I stood up and nearly fell over from how weak my legs felt. Kat stood next to me and wrapped her arms around me. She must’ve felt how much I was trembling. “I’ll be in the public gallery.” Kat whispered, “I’m here for you. If you feel like you need support just look up and I’ll be there.” “Thank you.” I whispered back. We separated and I turned to follow the young man through the door. We were in another corridor now. This one was silent, and the atmosphere felt official and oppressive. We came to another door where we stopped briefly. “I’m here to help you. I’ll be next to the witness box the whole time you’re on the stand.” The man said, “If you need anything just turn and let me know, OK? More water, tissues, a break, anything at all.” I nodded my head. Then after a second the door was pushed open, I stepped into a large room that was full of people. I almost turned around and left again but the door behind me was already closing. There were people lined up to the left and right, many of them swivelled around to look at me. Directly in front of me, at the other end of the room, sat a judge in a higher seat than everyone else. He was beckoning me to come forwards. One step at a time I made my way down the aisle. I saw two tables in front of the many rows of people. These tables were more sparsely populated but were covered with paper and files. On one side I saw the woman who I had met with on a few occasions in the past, the prosecutor. She was nice and as she looked back at me, she offered a little smile and an almost imperceptible nod. The other table had several lawyers who also looked back at me, without the smiles, and… I froze up for a second. My breath caught in my throat. Mom was sitting at the table. I could only see the back of her head, she seemed to be the one person in the whole room not looking at me. It was the first time I’d laid eyes on her since the day I had left her house. A hand on my back from the friendly young man who had collected me urged me forwards. I walked past Mom, feeling my knees tremble and threaten to buckle. I was soon stood in front of the judge who had stood up. “Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you god?” The judge asked. “I do.” I replied in a tiny voice that seemed totally at odds with the size of the room. “Please be seated.” The judge said with a kindly smile. I went round to the witness box and sat down. I was facing everyone now and most eyes were on me. Mom was staring now. Almost unblinkingly she seemed to be trying to bore into my mind, to rearrange the thoughts within. I felt somewhat cowed. The wall my therapy had helped me to build came under attack and a part of me wanted to tell the court that it was all a misunderstanding, that I deserved what happened. Despite everything a part of me just wanted to go home with Mommy where I was safe and… I heard a door to the balcony above open and saw Kat rushing in and taking a seat at the front. She gave me a double thumbs up. The public gallery was split into two with half level with me and the other half on the balcony. It gave me the feeling like I was on a stage at the theatre. I gave Kat a little smile and then looked down as the prosecutor stood up. “Please state your name for the record.” The prosecutor said as she opened up a large file. I took a deep breath. Then I answered the question. Then the next one, and the next. I had expected testifying about my abuse to be embarrassing. I wasn’t wrong. I had to tell the jury exactly what had happened to me. Every single detail came out. The prosecuting lawyer apologised beforehand for having to ask everything she did, and I knew it was coming, but to be sat in front of all those people and recalling being treated like a complete baby… it was daunting. My whole life was covered. From the strictness Mom showed when I was a kid, through to my time away at college and then the abuse. It took me a long time to accept it was abuse and that I didn’t deserve what I got, it was probably the biggest stumbling block in my recovery. It was a gruelling couple of hours, and it was only made worse when the defence stood up to cross-examine me. They questioned everything and forced me to defend things I’d said and done. I had to explain some of the more embarrassing incident multiple times, it felt almost like their goal was to make me so ashamed of what happened that I would somehow suggest I wanted it or needed it. They seemed to want to shame me off the stand, to make me tap out and run away. After staring at me for ten minutes at the start of my testimony, Mom looked away. For the rest of my time on the stand she didn’t even glance at me. She just stared ahead with an unreadable, stony face. I looked at the jury when answering questions, as the prosecutor told me to do, but trying to meet eyes when talking about how you were wetting and pooping yourself over and over wasn’t easy. When it got a bit too much I would look up at Kat, her calm smile helped to stop the panic and shame from overtaking me completely. She already knew everything that had happened, of course. “OK, Alice, you are dismissed.” The judge said to me as the last question was asked. I saw Kat standing and hurrying out of the public gallery. When I stood up, I felt somehow even more shaky than when I had walked in. I was covered in sweat that I hadn’t noticed, and my diaper was wetter than it had been before. Yes, unfortunately, even though I’d come a long way from the abuse I had suffered, I was still struggling to keep my pants clean and dry. Obviously, the pills Mom had drugged me with were out of my system and the doctors could find no physical reason for my accidents. The problem was either mental or emotional, probably both, and my therapist was working with me to try and help but, so far, I hadn’t regained much control. I wondered if that pleased Mom, if she saw it as a vindication or evidence of my unsuitability for adulthood. As I walked down off the stand and back across the empty space towards the lawyers, I kept glancing at Mom. She wasn’t looking back at me. There was no sign she even registered I was right there, mere feet away. From closer up I realised how much gaunter she looked, how her face appeared to be grey and wrinkled in ways I hadn’t seen when living with her. She remained motionless and expressionless as her lawyer leaned over and whispered in her ear. I half-expected Mom to lunge for me as I went past but she was as still as a statue. I had to stop myself running out through the doors at the back of the court room. The young man from earlier was there to open the door and help me out into the quiet corridor just beyond. As the heavy oak door closed behind me a wave of emotion suddenly seemed to swallow me whole. My shaky knees gave way, and I dropped to the floor with my hand covering my mouth. I thought I was about to throw up. “Alice? Are you alright?” The young man asked with concern as he bent down in front of me. I couldn’t answer him. My brain felt like it was being pressed in from all sides by a multitude of different, and often, conflicting emotions. The tight corridor seemed to spin, and I felt nauseous. After rubbing my back and asking if I was OK a couple more times, I was finally able to speak to the court usher. “Kat…” I said through sobs which were involuntarily forcing their way out of me. “It’s not usual to…” The young man said. I knew this area was supposed to be only for witnesses and employees of the court, “Then again, very little about this is usual. Hold on a second, I’ll see what I can do.” I sat back on my knees with tears pouring down my face as the usher hurried to the door with the main corridor. He opened it and looked up and down before spotting Kat, she was waved over. After just a second of explanation Kat pushed past the usher. Kat practically sprinted down the corridor to me, dropping her jacket and bag in the process. She dropped down and wrapped her arms around me. I let myself get smothered by her embrace. I pressed against her crying harder than I had in any of my therapy sessions, it felt like if I let go of her I would’ve floated away. “It’s OK.” Kat whispered soothingly, “It’s OK. It’s over. You did great.” I think we were together on the floor for fifteen minutes. At first the court employee gave us some time, then he tried to move us to the main corridor, but Kat simply shook her head. In the end he went into the court room and, I assumed, explained the situation to the judge. At the end of the fifteen minutes the flood of emotions had receded and in their wake was left an emotional exhaustion unlike anything I’d felt before. Kat slowly helped me to my feet and, with an arm around me led me out into the public area of the courthouse. I was shuffling as if I was injured, all I wanted was to get somewhere private and try to process everything that had happened. “Shall we go home?” Kat asked, as if reading my mind. I nodded my head. With her arm around me, we went out to the car. What would happen next? I didn’t know. I had a lot of recovering still to do, a life to try and build, and a place in the world to find. Whilst Kat was the best friend a girl could ever ask for, I was sure she wouldn’t want me cramping her apartment forever. One way or another I was going to have to mature and strike out on my own two feet. At least now, I was going to get the chance to do so. --- I have just started posting a sequel to Livy's New Family! 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