Margaret was walking by Alice’s bedroom when she caught a rancid smell in her nose. “What… in God’s earth is that?” Margaret said covering her nose as she pushed the door to Alice’s room.
Margaret turned the lights on and almost screamed as she saw Alice’s bed was soaked. She had wet the bed so bad that she soaked through the comforter. “Alice Hemingway! Wake up!” Margaret shouted.
Alice slowly stirred awake “W-what?” Alice noticed she had been sucking her thumb in her sleep and blushed as she moved to sit up but then felt a squishiness that made her face go white as snow. Margaret ripped the sheets off. “You wet the bed?!” Margaret shouted. And then sniffed.
Her eyes turned red with rage. “GET OUT OF BED!” Margaret shouted.
Alice was petrified as Margaret grabbed her arm and pulled her out of bed. Alice’s pants were absolutely soaked and on top of that there was lumps in her pants. “I-it’s not…” Alice cried. “I-I don’t know what happened. T-this isn’t…”
Margaret threw open Alice’s underwear drawer and shrieked. “How long have you been wetting the bed! You told me you stopped when you were 10!” Margaret yelled.
“I-I did…”
Margaret held up the several pairs of stained underwear. “Do not lie to me!”
Margaret pulled Alice out of the bedroom and Alice was absolutely terrified of what was going to happen.
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