Running away was Erin’s intention, though. There was no way she was going to be able to talk her way out of whatever Mary had planned; her only chance to avoid immediate punishment was to get to the bathroom, the only room in the house that locked. It would make Mary angrier, but if she could stay in there until her father got home, she’d be safe, at least for tonight.
In her haste to get away, though, she tripped over the corner of the rug, and fell…
The falling sensation shocked Erin awake. She was breathing heavily. It was just a bad dream, she told herself as she caught her breath. Mary’s gone now, none of that was real.
Well, almost none of that. Apparently she had actually wet herself.