Chapter 16

            Nausea washed over me, and my head throbbed even with my eyes closed. I silently cursed myself for over-indulging in alcohol at the party. I wasn’t old enough to legally drink, but Taylor had managed to not only secure booze, but hired caterers that didn’t ask for id. I groaned as my bladder expressed an urgent need to relieve myself. I didn’t want to open my eyes; I knew the headache would only get worse.

            My bladder threatened to release on its own, forcing me to open my eyes anyway. I gasped as I realized, I was not in my apartment. Instead, I was on a mattress on the floor of concrete cell lined