Chapter 2
The following morning, Emily was able to sleep in. Her aunt not needing to use the loo as she had the previous day.
The day went uneventfully, and Emily found herself quite happy to have some company with her aunt. They were becoming good friends.
By the next morning, Emily was again able to sleep in; after getting dressed she left her room to the faint smell of poo.
She wondered if her aunt had finally made it to the toilet on her own this time and was relieved at the thought.
She checked the toilet but found nobody there. Curiously she went back to check on her aunt and quietly peeked her head into the room.
She almost gasped, as her aunt was laying in bed with her head tilted back. Her aunt was moaning quietly as there was movement under the covers.
The stench of shit was strong now. It seemed that her aunt may have shit the bed. Some small brown streaks were showing on her aunt's gown and arms.
But was she... masturbating?
Emily watched in silence, unsure whether to make her aunt aware of her presence.
She decided to keep her aunt free from shame and so quietly retreated.
She sat silently in her room, her head full of questions. How could her aunt masturbate while sitting in a mess like that. Emily felt ill, she was imagining the mess her aunt was creating under those covers right now, and how she was probably going to have to clean it up.
'She isn't right in the head, this is disgusting' she thought. 'I can't stay with this woman, this is the final straw, I have to leave'
She started packing her things as quickly as she could before sneaking out, as she passed her aunt's room, she could hear a faint slopping sound and moaning. The smell of poo again wafting into Emily's nose.
Emily shook her head and wanted to retch. Instead sneaking to the door and opening it, luckily the sound of rain helped to drown out her escape.
She felt a pang of guilt as she walked down the long driveway, but she simply couldn't stay with a woman like this. Even for free rent it, this was too much to handle.
She pondered to herself as she walked. 'Why masturbate now, when she had shit the bed? Was it on purpose? This is probably why the last nurse left too.'
She shook her head as the rain drenched her hair. This was unbelievable. She would probably take this to her grave, would she ever speak to her aunt again?
She stood at the end of the driveway waiting for a bus to go past.
Minutes passed; she had no idea when a bus would come. She had to be out of that house, and didn't mind waiting for now.
She only wished she brought an umbrella.
She began to shiver as the rain soaked every part of her. Her suitcase staying mostly protected as she sat on it. Using it as a seat.
She kept thinking back to the image of her aunt in that bed. The smell of her shit. The bizarreness of the situation. She figured her aunt was probably calling Emily's name right now. Waiting for her to be cleaned, the shit wiped from her body.
It slowly dawned on Emily that maybe that's why her aunt did it... so Emily would have to clean her up.
Did her aunt get off making Emily deal with her shit?
Emily felt ill again. She looked down the empty road, rain pouring heavily. Hoping to see headlights of a bus soon.
Emily had probably waited for over an hour by the time she saw any lights on the road.
It looked like a bus was finally coming. She stood up, shivering madly. A wash of relief coming over her. She was finally going to get out of this crazy woman's place and move on with her life.
As the vehicle approached, Emily felt her heart shatter as it became apparent that it was not a bus, but a truck.
She stood as it roared past, splashing water up from a pothole that sprayed Emily.
