Forty

"Time to fucking wake up, Greg," I heard someone said. I roll over to my side and see this woman next to me, fully naked, and yet she still couldn't be bothered to put her clothes on.

"How's last night?" I ask. She looked at me, puzzled, and retorts, "What do you mean? We just slept."

"Slept?" That's all I could think of saying to her. "Of course we did it. Did it ever occur to you to turn your brain on for just one second?"

"Shit," I muttered under my breath. "Did we use protection then?"

"What do you mean?" she asks again. "I've been on prescription medication to reduce the amount of times I almost had an accident with a man I don't know the name of."

"My name's Greg," I point out to her.

"Sure, sure. Your name's Greg. Do you know who I am then?"

I almost fell face down on the floor. "Katherine..."

She then started hitting me with one of the pillows that I've been collecting since I was a fetus. "Ouch, ouch," I start whimpering in pain and agony.

"My name's Julia," she says. "All my exes thought my name's Anna. Evelyn. Joanne. Sarah. Olivia. But it's supposed to be Julia."

"Okay, okay," I try calming her down. "What's your problem and why are you hurting me?"

She starts hitting me with my pillow even more and it's causing me to have mini concussions every now and then. "Stop this war, please. I don't want this anymore," I plead in protest.

"If you fucking forget my name again, I swear I'm gonna start tying you down with rope and duct tape."

"Okay, okay," I try calming her down once again. She doesn't move a muscle this time around. "Should we see each other again?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean it seriously this time around."

"Fuck boys like you should never be tolerated. You're just a piece of trash that nobody else wants."

And somehow this led me to believe that this is the start of a new chapter I didn't even ask for.