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Sabotage - Chapter 9
🕑 Added 2020-09-10 06:00:02 +0000 UTCRegardless if Breanna caused Serina’s bedwetting or not, Serina was determined to shoot back at Breanna for her previous troubles. Fueled by the anger provided by her car being taken and enabled with the house being to herself, Serina sat on the kitchen chair to think. Still wearing just her wet top and soaked panties, she pondered her options.
“What would really put her in the shit bin?” she asked herself. Finally, she looked down and realized she had been wearing her piss-soaked clothes for the entire 30 minutes she had been awake and decided to change. She pulled off her shit and dropped her panties, then naked, walked to her room to strip her sheets and toss them in the washing machine. She sprayed her mattress with a cleaner and tried to soak up as much pee as she could.
“Probably just have to leave it out to dry,” she said, then finally put on some clothes. She grabbed the last bit of coffee from the pot, popped a bagel into the toaster, and continued to think as she had her breakfast. Once again, her mind wandered to the possibility it was Breanna’s doing, and then that it wasn’t.
“If I do something bad and it wasn’t her fault, then I’m a shitty person. But then again, she’s the one stealing my friends and my boyfr- … ex-boyfriend, so she deserves it anyway, right? I mean, it had to be her doing too; no one just randomly wets the bed for no reason at 18 years old, not unless they’ve been drinking or are high out of their minds….wait….”
Serina talked herself through her feelings, but the thought of drugs was interesting. Breanna’s mom HATED drug-use. Even marijuana, which was now legal, she despised. She had basically implied before that she would kick her out if she were ever to catch Breanna doing drugs. That might’ve been an exaggeration, but the severeness was interesting.
Serina also knew that Tyler was a reasonably active weed-smoker. It wasn’t illegal, and he wasn’t like a pothead, but still...a plan formed in her mind.
“So all I need to do is find some weed, plant it on Breanna, use my knowledge of her new boyfriend and…” she sipped her coffee and formulated a plan. “The only thing that could blow a hole in this is if Tyler comes to her rescue; that, or if they believe that Tyler wouldn’t drive while impaired. I do remember mentioning that to my dad before…”
The buzz of the washing machine broke her thoughtful trance, and she changed over the load. As she was putting her wet sheets into the dryer, she internally committed to her plan. She was going to plant drugs on Breanna.
Serina looked up the closest cannabis shop, which was only a 10-minute walk away, and got dressed. It felt a bit strange and naughty to be going to a cannabis shop during a school day, but she thought this was a much more pressing issue than missing a few classes. As she took one step out of her house, she looked around to make sure no one was watching her. Internally she acknowledged it was a silly gesture, but one that she felt she had to do given the circumstances. After walking for about three minutes, she felt the need to pee.
“For fucks sake,” she whispered to herself. It wasn’t a terrible need, but it was uncomfortable in a way that, were she just at home, she would’ve gone right away. She cursed at the fact her car was sitting at school, forcing her to walk. The journey would’ve only been 5 minutes had she had her car.
When she got to the shop, she again looked left and right before going in. Even though it had been legal for over a year now, Serina had never bought weed, and it felt almost shady going in. Her parents had instilled such a defence against drugs that going out to purchase them, even while legal, still felt taboo. She was similar to Breanna in that way, she thought, but quickly rejected that they were at all alike.
“Hello there! Can I see some ID?” The shaggy man behind the counter asked, smiling.
“Sure, here,” Serina reached into her purse and noticed she had been crossing her legs in desperation without realizing. She handed the man her ID, and as he inspected it, the need to pee suddenly grew. It was strange and sudden, and her mind suddenly swirled.
‘What’s wrong with me? Do I actually have a bladder problem?’ she thought, continually shifting her weight from left to right.
“Hello? You okay?” The shaggy man asked, holding her ID out. She didn’t realize he had been holding it out for her for a few seconds already.
“Fine, sorry. Do you have a bathroom?” She asked shyly.
“Sorry, employees only. What can I get you though so we can get you on your way to one?”
“Uh, just whatever the cheapest joint is,” she said. Not only did she just want to hurry and get out, but she also had no idea what she would want anyway. Besides, it’s being bought to be thrown out.
“Well, there are different strains of-” he started, but Serina cut him off.
“Just whatever you recommend that's cheap, okay?” She snapped. “Two joints please.”
The man stood for a second looking at Serina who was looking off to the corner, her hands now planted between her legs, then cleared his throat and grabbed his recommended joints. Serina quickly paid, then left the store in a hurry. Her pace on the way back was nearly double her pace there, despite her cross-legged walking and her sudden stops when she had to gather herself and maintain control.
“I’m not going to wet myself, not again,” she whispered, then dwelled on ‘again.’ She had almost forgotten that, despite her early morning yesterday and possibly the bedwetting, all the other accidents, from the shitting her pants to the leaking of her pad, had been legitimate. After getting so caught up with Breanna’s part in some of them, she had blocked out that half of them had been her own failure.
She frowned, continuing her hustle home. Each step became harder and harder to take as she felt the push of her bladder trying to void. Suddenly she felt a trickle escape and stopped where she was. Serina’s heart was pounding, and she looked around to see if anyone was near enough to see her. When it was clear, she looked down at her crotch, which now displayed a small wet spot. It was not big enough to be seen from any angle other than the one she showed herself, but big enough to know that she would have to do laundry again.
Serina managed to get a hold of her pee and kept moving. She got about ten feet before another trickle of pee started. She stopped again, got control, and looked at her phone to see that she was still 5 minutes away from home. Her eyes closed with dread, and she took a deep breath.
“Just get home,” she whispered. “You can do it.”
With one bold step, she began her pace again. After another ten feet, she felt the trickle start again. This time she didn’t stop, just trucked on. She felt a small trail of warm pee fall down her leg but managed to stop the flood. After another five feet, she felt more. This time, it wasn't a trickle: it was a spurt, a hot and fast hiss of pee that shot into her panties before being clenched off. Serina bit her lip, but she didn’t stop. After a few seconds, there was another spurt, and another, and Serina recognized the feeling. She was losing control.
Tears swelled in her eyes, and she gave up her cross-legged walking. Finally embracing a full stride, she felt her speed pick up, but then...she lost it.
The crossing of her legs was seemingly the only thing keeping the pee at a spurt and not a stream, and as soon as she left that behind, her jeans lost the battle to her bladder. Piss flushed out of her furiously. She could hear the hissing of the stream against her panties and the trickling of the droplets she was leaving behind her on the sidewalk, but she didn’t slow. Every step she took, her jeans got a little bit darker, and when she finally got to the steps of her house, she was completely soaked.
Serina opened the door and stepped inside, half-way expecting someone to be there to surprise her, but the house was still empty. She breathed a sigh of relief and opened her purse to look at the joints. She examined them, then looked down at her pants.
She wondered if she could even justify planting them, knowing that she was now responsible for more accidents than Breanna was.
‘But she took my car, this wouldn’t have happened if she took my car...yeah. Fuck it.’
