Desperate Car Ride

How will this car ride end up?

It's only been an hour, but it hit me hard ten minutes ago. Adam and I have been talking a little and having some quiet moments. I can't tell him my situation. It's always been a hard thing with anyone. I'm hoping he'll have to stop, but then again he like never has to pee. I look over his way a few times randomly, hoping he can see right through those smiles and giggles that something isn't quite right. My legs are tight against each other, and my hand is jammed through them, somewhat close to my crotch, but not too close because I don't feel comfortable holding myself in front of my boyfriend. My other hand is playing with my lips.

“You okay?” Adam asks.

“Um...yeah, why?”

“Just making sure” Adam says.

I take a big deep breath in and out. Adam notices this.

“Come on, tell me. You can tell me anything. What's wrong?” Adam asks.

I just shake my head, but deep down inside, I'm screaming “please notice, I have to pee so bad. My bladder can't take much more.”

“Do you have to go to the bathroom?” Adam asks.

My face becomes flushed with embarrassment and I just look at him for a moment and say no, but in a way that he knows I'm lying.

“We'll stop at the next place I can okay?” Adam says.

I nod my head without saying a word. He has no idea how full my bladder is. I mean he didn't ask how bad it was. Ugh, I'm gonna leak, I know it, I can feel my muscles weaken a little. I shift my body in my seat, but no position seems to make it better.

“You have to go bad don't you?” Adam asks.

I just nod and give him a face of “I'm so desperate!”.

“I'm sorry Mabel. Why didn't you tell me sooner?” Adam asks.

“You know me, I don't bring that kind of thing up.”

“You should. I don't want you to be uncomfortable or in pain.” Adam says.

I look out the window on my side and say, “I know.”

“F*ck! I leaked a little” I say in my head. My hands automatically grab myself like a reflex.

“We're almost to a place where we can stop I think. You can let some out to relieve the pressure you know. I won't judge.” Peter says.

I just take a deep breath in and out and say nothing. “I can't do that,” I think to myself, “I'm not gonna embarrass myself with a spot on my pants, plus this is Adam's car, what is he thinking!”

“Alright there's a place I can stop up a few miles.” Adam says.

(Few miles ahead)

“Thank goodness” I say out loud.

Adam stops the car, and I walk as fast as I can. I come back to the car.

Adam asks, “you feel better?”

“Definitely.”

“You know you did leave a small spot on the seat,” Adam says, “It's alright, I cleaned it up.”

I'm so embarrassed that I shed some tears, “I'm so sorry.”

“It's fine. The important thing is that you feel better.” Adam says.

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[Chris]

So many things I could say, but most are comments to the situation - not the work. This HAS the taste of reality. The writing style feels to me like a projection of the event. Nailed and categorized.