Sabotage - Chapter 11

“They aren’t mine; how many times do I need to say that?” Breanna was getting exhausted with the arguing. Nothing was working; her mom was dead-set on the joints being hers, despite all the evidence to the contrary.

Serina had made the story believable enough that Jessica couldn’t be swayed. She told her that she had lost her iPad and thought maybe Breanna had taken it, so she searched through her room when she found the joints. Serina went so far as to throw Tyler under the bus too, saying that “While we were together, all he wanted to do was smoke weed.”

Breanna couldn’t deny it either. She knew that telling her mom that he’s using hypnosis to remove temptation would only highlight to her that he had a problem so extreme that it needed hypnosis to solve. But Serina didn’t stop there; she put Breanna in a corner she couldn’t back away from.

“I heard you last night too. You were totally stoned and drunk too.”

“How could you have heard me? You were…” Breanna stopped herself. She couldn’t definitively say that Serina was asleep when she got home, even though she knew she was. Doing so would put her at risk of outing herself as a factor in Serina’s bedwetting. She even ran the questions in her head: ‘how could you tell for sure?’, ‘why were you in my room?’, ‘how would you know I was asleep? Did you do something?’.

The bitch was good; Breanna knew it. She couldn’t fight it anymore, so she just tried to end it.

“What matter is it anyway if they’re mine, it’s legal, and I’m of legal age?” Breanna complained. Jessica got quiet. To her, that was all the admission of guilt she needed.

“To your room. NOW. Grounded for a month. No parties, no dinners, no hang-outs, just school then home. And you and this boy are done. You can tell him tomorrow; I don’t need a bad influence like that being around my daughter” Jessica put her food down. Robert, Serina’s dad, remained quietly in the living room, barely moving but always listening.

“Mom! That’s not fair!” Breanna begged.

“You don’t get to tell me what’s fair. You know my rules. No drugs in the house, EVER!” Jessica stormed off, leaving Breanna with her mouth open, trying to continue to fight the losing battle. Her mouth closed, and her stare turned to Serina, now in full view instead of being shielded by Jessica. Breanna didn’t speak; she just scowled, grinding her teeth.

“So, how was school? Anyone miss me?” Serina broke the silence with a fake, hesitant question.

“I….you’ll…” Breanna stuttered. She wanted to tell her off. Tell her Serina that she had something coming to her; tell her she’s dead. But she knew the better game was the long game.

“Girls asked about you. I’ll email you my notes,” Breanna composed herself, then walked to her room. Serina frowned as she walked away, expecting a reaction, then heard the buzz of her laundry. After her pants wetting accident on the way to get the weed, she decided to do all her clothes to avoid speculation from everyone else. She grabbed her clothes, making sure to examine the pair of pants and underwear that she had soiled, and put them in a basket to take to her room.

While looking at her panties, she couldn’t help but think that the whole thing was a bad idea, taking it too far. She didn’t want to involve Tyler in it, but it sold the entire thing better. ‘And she deserves it, right? She made me shit my pants from that mustard and made me look like I wet my pants at school, then made me wet the bed...I mean, possibly made me wet the bed. She didn’t deny my allegations; if she had something to do with my bedwetting, she wouldn’t be able to. Yeah. This was okay.’

Serina got to her room and opened up her laptop to find Breanna did email her the notes and proceeded to read through while folding her laundry. Her mind drifted quickly though as she folded her previously peed pair of pants, and she found herself typing “what can cause someone to wet their pants” into the search bar.

There she read about a range of things but found the term “stress incontinence”. Without digging into it deeper and discovering that stress incontinence has nothing to do with psychological stress, she centred on an idea that perhaps the stress of dealing with Breanna is actually causing her to have legit accidents.

Then she thought about what her dad said, to try to be nice to her, to get along. Maybe that would help her real accidents?

In Breanna’s room, she was also actively searching for something: Hypnosis. She tried “Pee pants Hypnosis,” “Wetting hypnosis,” “incontinence hypnosis.” After sifting through a surprising amount of porn, she found her website. WarpMyMind. Her eyes widened at the options, the possibilities. She even caught herself thinking she was going too far with this, that fucking up someone’s brain without them consenting was...messed up.

“Not as messed up as planting drugs on someone,” she decided and continued.

“Girls! Dinner!” Robert called from the kitchen. Both girls simultaneously closed their laptops as if they’d been caught and yelled, “Coming!”

Dinner was quiet. The tinking of forks against plates was the only sound penetrating the still air of the room. Finally, Robert cleared his throat.

“So, Serina, how was the sick day?”

“Good, I needed it. I think I’ve been stressed.”

“Stressed? That’s not good,” Jessica added.

“Yeah, I think that’s why I wet the bed,” Serina admitted. Breanna choked on her food.

“Can stress do that?” Robert asked.

“Mhm! I was reading about it. I think that might be the reason.”

“Well, there are two joints in the master bedroom if you need to relax,” Breanna quipped.

“Brea!” Jessica snapped.

“Well, maybe we can all agree to create a less stressful environment and save everyone from wetting their beds, hm?” Robert asked playfully.

“I couldn’t agree more,” Breanna responded coldly, then took another bite of her food.

That night, the girls said their goodnights to their parents and went into their rooms for bed. Breanna sat around, waiting until the right moment. She heard Serina turn on her audio for sleep and knew her time was close.

Finally, at 12:45 a.m., Breanna could hear the soft snoring of her step-sister. She yawned, on the verge of falling asleep herself, and opened up her iPad. There she had track after track queued up and ready to play. The hours sitting up waiting had given her plenty of time to pick the right track, but in the moment, she questioned again.

When she decided, she went to Bluetooth and found Serina’s speaker. She bit her lip nervously and hit connect. She listened as Serina’s audio turned off, and the speaker blurted out, “Connected to Breanna’s iPad.”

Breanna closed her eyes and cringed, knowing Serina would wake to that. She listened and listened, and all she could hear was soft snoring. With confidence, she picked her track and heard it start up. She programmed the audio to stop before Serina would wake and rested her head on her pillow.

Now all she could do was sleep and see what happens in the morning.