She could only hope that Mary wouldn’t notice before she somehow got a chance to clean it up, but with the very act of cleaning it up likely to draw attention to her, she didn’t have high hopes. Erin could do nothing but try to get as much of her assignment done before Mary saw what she’d done; maybe she’d be in less trouble that way. At least it was easier to concentrate now; being wet was at least a bit more comfortable than being desperate to pee.
“Damnit, girl, did you piss yourself again?” demanded Mary.
It’s your fault that I did, Erin didn’t say. You should have let me use the bathroom.
She knew she was in trouble. She got up and slowly backed away from her stepmother, hoping to keep as much distance as possible between them. Mary noticed the retreat, though.
“Don’t run away from me, girl!”