Chapter 67

Leaning against the wall outside the toilet, Sage wished she was nowhere near Yeva, who stank. Realizing that she was lying on the toilet bowl, Yeva frowned in disgust. Just when she tried to get up onto her feet, her legs gave way. "Ah!" Yeva groaned in pain. Looking down, she noticed the bruises on her knees that were badly swollen. The pain knocked Yeva back to her senses. Scenes from last night flashed across her mind. She remembered how she had shouted at Sage. She remembered how Sage had leaned lazily on the door, looking at her. She remembered how Miss Zamora had the guards drag her to the toilet and proceeded to keep her there. She also remembered throwing up, the guards taking care of her, and proceeding to keep her in the toilet despite her begging and pleas. 'My God!' thought Yeva to herself. Yeva felt as if her world had come crashing down on her. ‘So, I really spent an entire night kneeling by the toilet bowl?' She looked at Sage with resentment and fear in