I'm at this Christmas party at my Aunt's house, but the interior of her house is different. Decorations have changed, the walls have moved; It's her house, but it's /not/ her house.
Chris walks in with this blonde-braided bimbo who's wearing short khaki shorts and this baggy gray sweater. She sits down and I ask Chris who the hell she is. He introduces her as Cat.
"I thought you said Cat was ugly?" I query.
"She's not as pretty as you." He responds. The typical boyfriend answer.
So I'm sitting at this table while Chris eats peaches out of a can, and Cat walks over with her braids let down, her hair wavy and bouncy on her shoulders, lipstick on like she's about to hit on him (which she is). And she says, "Chris, can you help me with my work?" He responds, "I'm eating right now." And she says, "But you do it so much better than me!"
And this is where I start sleep-talking. It's like, I /know/ I'm sleeping, but I can hear myself yelling out loud. And the thing is, I only sleep-talk when something in my dream is seriously starting to bother me. So I start yelling.
"Get away from him! He has a fucking girlfriend! He doesn't like you anyway!" And she gives me this look like I'm crazy, and Chris looks at me and says, "Hunny, don't even pull that shit right now. I know what you did." So I freak out. And I say, "What the hell are you talking about?" And he says, "You cheated on me with John. I know you did. I have proof."
I remember being really scared and asking him for proof. He mentions something about me cheating on him at the beginning of our relationship (but I never even knew John at that time), and I'm yelling at him, asking him to believe me and watching him rage away from me so mad and pissed.
I remember running into the hallway and hiding by my cousin's vanity dresser, crying into the corner. And I remember Cat walking after Chris and trying to comfort him. I don't think I've ever been more upset in my entire life. I honestly felt like stabbing that bitch with a butter-knife.
