A new day, a new me part 7

Back to the writing and as always thanks for keeping up with the series.

Ever get that waking up in a strange place feeling? I woke up groggy to a poster of some punk band and a body next to me breathing. It takes me a second to realize that I’m still at Katy’s place and she’s still asleep. She’s facing away from me and still naked from our fuck fest earlier. It slams into me like a train that I have no clue what time it is and I still haven’t been home yet. I lurch out of bed and scramble for my pants and get my phone out, only been here 2 hours. One text, its Liz asking where the hell I am.

I pull myself all the way out of bed to hear Katy stirring from the bed; I pull my jeans on and head to the rest of the trailer to find the bathroom. As soon as I get into the kitchen living room area and am greeted by an older woman in maybe her late thirties, shoulder length brown hair, curvy but in the slightly overweight or out of shape category with nothing on but a bathrobe and some ugly slippers.

“Well who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you doing in my home,” the woman asks me with a lit cigarette in her mouth.

“I’m Guy, I’m here with Katy and I need to find the bathroom,” I reply wishing I had remembered a shirt.

She looks me up and down and points to the end of the trailer. I head past her through the living room and into probably the worst smelling bathroom outside of a truck stop I’ve ever been in. I put toilet paper on my hand to get the lid up and piss. As soon as it hits the water the bathroom door opens and there is the woman again staring at my penis.

“So that’s what was making Katy scream earlier, you know how to use that thing on a grown woman kid,” she says staring at me from the doorway.

I shrug and finish peeing, she backs out of the doorway and I quickly retreat back to Katy’s bedroom. As soon as I get the door closed I see Katy sitting on her bed pulling her bra on.

“You met mom,” She asks getting dressed.

“Yeah, and apparently she wants me to take a turn with her,” I chuckle pulling my shirt out of the pile of clothes and finish getting dressed.

I see Katy isn’t finding it very funny and drop the subject while we finish getting dressed. I grab up my school bag and head out of Katy’s room and from there get out of the trailer as quickly as I can before her Mom decides to talk to me again. I’m almost five feet out the door when I hear the yelling behind me start up, Katy and her Mom screaming at each other as loudly as possible. Something in me is screaming just keep walking and get the fuck out of here but I decide to hang out and see if things calm down. I set my bag down and lean next to the shitty yellow Datsun parked next to the trailer. In true fight fashion it just gets louder and more violent sounding as time goes on. After about ten minutes the door flies open and Katy stomps out of the trailer and slams the door behind her before sitting down on the porch.

“Seriously, you want me to get you a towel and some fight advice before you go back in there,” I ask Katy from the front of the car.

“Fuck, you’re still here,” she looks up to me from the porch,” I’m about to kill that bitch. She wants to know if I’ll fuck one of her boyfriends so she can get him to buy her booze tonight.”

I shake my head at the thought, drunken slob mom offers up daughter for alcohol. It sounds like a bad Jerry Springer episode. I start to think about what to do, I know what I could do but then again trailer fires don’t really end well. After a few minutes I get a plan together.

“Go back inside and grab 2 bags, school and a big one for clothes,” I tell Katy standing her up from the steps,” I need to get something from inside.”

Katy just shrugs and heads back inside with me right behind her. I look around but don’t see Katy’s Mom; I whip out my cell phone and start snapping pictures with the camera. A couple of pics of trash, alcohol and just the bathroom in one shot are all I think I’ll need. Katy steps out of her room with her bags as we head out grabs the car keys off the wall. We load up in the Datsun and peel out of the trailer park. We drive in silence before I give Katy directions to my parent’s home and let her pick. Katy pulls into a parking lot behind the movie theater and turns the car off, quickly gets out and sits down on the hood. I get out and walk around to the front of the car.

“Okay Guy, what the fuck are you doing,” Katy asks confused.

“Solving your problem,” I state plainly.

“Why? You got a girlfriend, apparently you got girls who will fuck you so why help me,” Katy asks again,” What the fuck are we doing here?”

“Well I should ask you that, you parked here,” I look around the parking lot, the sun is going down and dinner should be ready soon.