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Chapter 20

Hollywood Cross - Thomas Newman

Adrien

Drenched in sweat, I opened my eyes.

Day 308.

Before I realized that I was lying in my bed, my stomach was rumbling. As if I was on Jupiter, my body felt twice as heavy.

But when I sat up, exhausted, my body gave me an unmistakable signal.

In a flash, I jumped up from bed and dragged myself into the bathroom. My skin felt so numb, but it tingled unpleasantly.

I suppressed the gagging as best I could until I ripped open the toilet seat. After that, the vomiting was unstoppable.

I puked everything out. The last meal from yesterday, but mainly disgusting yellowish water.

I struggled to breathe, but my body forced me to retch again.

No matter how many times this happened to me, I would never get used to it. Letting the chopped up remnants of food flow through my nose, which in the worst-case scenario got stuck. The smell made me want to spit again.

With trembling hands, I tore off a piece of toilet paper to wipe my mouth and blow my nose.

It was always an appetizing sight to see the indigestible chia seeds and bell pepper residue swimming around in circles there.

My teeth squeaked unpleasantly with every little rub and I was lucky that they could still withstand all the muck.

"I'm glad it's out," I heard Plagg say somewhere. My sense of direction was still very limited.

I checked my watch. I had to concentrate so that I didn't see it in different layers.

6:46.

I still had just under half an hour to get a grip on myself before I had to head down to the dining hall.

My plan was as follows.

Cold shower, twice as long, to minimize the after-effects of yesterday. Both mentally and to cool down my swollen face. Intensive nasal rinsing so that I didn't have to endure the smell of a compost heap. Brushing my teeth until they didn't rub against each other unpleasantly. And a harsh mouthwash. So that nothing hinted at last night's incident.

To be perfect and flawless. Just like always.

At the breakfast table, Nathalie enumerated her endless list as usual. From shoot meetings to lessons, the day was once again packed.

But before the fun, I had to register for the Baccalaureate exams at the most prestigious Lycée in Paris.

The gorilla was already waiting in the black Bentley when I got in without making a face.

I generally wondered why I couldn't take the exams at home.

The fact that I was officially allowed to be outside of the estate for a short time and got to see other people almost suggested that my father had failed to make amends.

It was only ten to eight and yet the sun was far too present for late spring.

Lost in thought, I let my neck crack and felt how dizzy I still was.

What were the consequences of a slight overdose of sleeping pills again? The vomiting was behind me, potentially followed by short-term memory loss, hallucinations or circulatory problems, among other things.