Antwoord - Joost Klein

12.

I woke up to a pounding headache as my throat was drier than the Sahara Desert. I felt like my eyes weighed 10 kg each.

I started noticing my surroundings as memories from last night came flooding back. Then the alcohol started flooding back so I rushed to the toilet where I started vomiting. It almost felt like Deja Vu.

"Back at it again?" A voice questioned from the door frame.

I didn't even have to look back at them before I knew that it was Joost. I kept my head in the toilet. "What the fuck do you even mean by that?" I questioned.

"You decided to drink the whole bottle of my precious Genever and then puke it all up again afterwards. "Well clearly not everything came up last night" He commented as he loudly took a sip of coffee.

"Fuck off" I exhaustedly breath out.

"You should actually be thanking me. You might have died if I had left you out there so I'm expecting some kind of reward later" Joost smiled down at me, who was in extreme pain from the hangover kicking my ass.

"I think I would rather drive off the highway than thank you, please just fuck off" I let the alcohol hit the toilet bowl once more.

The feeling of emptying my stomach made memories come back from university. I would go out to eat with my friends and then throw it up right after in the bathroom. I wanted to seem normal and just eat but the thought of the calories making my sides even bigger than they already were, was killing me.

I would feel so skinny and free afterwards. That was the real reward because I could eat as much as I wanted but still stay skinny, and even drop a few kg.

The puking ended once I got to the hospital since I was denied the chance to go to the toilet up to an hour after eating. I thought it was stupid because I was there to learn how to eat again, they didn't mention anything about the food staying inside of me.

It felt so good with every drop leaving my body. I kept going until I was just heaving into the toilet. Everything I had eaten in the last 24 hours hit the bottom of that toilet. It was freeing to get it out.

I stood wobbly up and felt so much lighter. My head also felt a bit light but after a few seconds it passed.

I took one smell to my clothes and was about to puke once more. I stank of alcohol to the point where it was nauseating. I locked the door and turned on the shower. I hung up a towel in front of the mirror and stripped.

Joost had surprisingly good products in there. It was fancy brands and not just some 3 in 1 like most men had. There was a new kind of soap for every occasion. I scrubbed my body until I felt like it had burned off as the steam helped my hangover.

There was nothing more freeing than puking your stomach empty and then taking a burning shower. I could easily get used to it, preferably without the hangover but it contributed to me being able to puke everything up so I couldn't really complain.

"Eleanor get the fuck out here right now!" I heard Aggu's voice pounding on the door.

I turned the shower off and let a big towel wrap around me so almost everything was covered. I opened the door a little bit and looked out of the door through the crack.

"What the fuck!" he yelled and then stormed into the bathroom.

I was a bit taken back as he stood there clearly being frustrated over something. I hugged the towel closer to my body.

"Why the fuck would you vomit again? Do you even remember what you went through?" As soon as he said that I quickly shut the door so the rest of the people in the house wouldn't hear it.