Ben had no idea what he was going to do now, he couldn’t go back to the hostel, not now. He couldn’t go back on the coach either. He wasn’t even sure he’d be able to show his face in school again. All he could think was that he’d have to run away. His mind raced with the events of the last 15 minutes, and he continued to cry harder than he could remember ever crying before. He hated this, he hated himself. Why did he have to be this way? No-one else wet the bed at his age. His mum had always told him it wasn’t his fault, and that he’d grow out of it, but he knew now that that was not true. He must deserve this humiliation somehow. It was his fault, Laura was right, he was nothing but a loser, and no girl would ever like him.
Little Bed Wetting Ben Scene 49
