Truth or Dare

Chapter 8

"Moooooommmm!" Marah's call rang down the hall.
"What's going on? The mother asked, approaching the bedroom. She was stopped in her tracks when she saw Emma standing in the doorway with tears in her eyes and very wet pants. "Oh... Emma what happened?"
Emma was so flustered as her mom and sister stood in front of her, and her friends watched from behind.
"I... I..." She stuttered. Not only did she not want to say what she was being forced to, she had no clue how to, and now she didn't even have any time to prepare.
"She, uh, she had a little accident, Mrs. Taylor." Anna chimed in, walking up to the doorway and praising her hand on Emma's shoulder.
"Emma." Mrs. Taylor stated in shock, hearing her 18 year old daughter had wet herself.
"I... I..." Emma started, once again at a loss for words.
"We were playing truth or dare" Anna jumped back in "and, I don't know, I guess she didn't want to leave. We noticed her fidgeting, but she just wouldn't go, and I guess she couldn't hold it. I'm sorry, Mrs. Taylor. We probably shouldn't have kept her."
"Don't be silly, Anna." Mrs. Taylor said. "You girls aren't responsible. Emma should have known darn well she needed to go to the bathroom." She looked to her daughter with complete disappointment. "Emma, what are we going to do with you?"
"I didn't mean to, mom." Emma pleaded. "I'm sorry." She was so embarrassed and flustered, knowing she had to play along with Anna's charade.
"it's okay, sweetie." Emma's mom said, realizing she may have been a bit harsh to her daughter. After all, as a mother, she was no stranger to dealing with her children's accidents. Wet clothes were something she was very familiar with. Just hours ago she was handling Marah's peed laundry, it was wrong not to give Emma the same sympathy. "Come on. I'll help you clean up." She grabbed Emma's hand and led her away towards the bathroom, leaving the other girls standing there holding back their laughs.
"Did Emma really pee her pants?" Marah asked Anna.
"Well, Marah..." Anna said, crouching down to the 11 year old's height. "We know about your..." she spoke before decreasing her volume to a whisper "special nighttime underwear. You know... for your accidents."
"You do?" Marah said, embarrassed.
"Yeah, Emma told us." Anna said, trying to sound sweet. "But don't worry. We're getting her back for you."
"You are? How?"
"Just trust us. Your not going to be the only one sleeping in pull-ups tonight."