My Reoccurring Dreams Vol. I

#015

Basically I hadn't been there In over 3 days and he was not happy about it. So when I walked in the house I didn't see him at first. I wasn't too bent outta shape about not seeing him when I came in because I didn't feel like hearing him bitch about me not being there. So I walked upstairs and walked past his room and went down the hall. I don't think he noticed I had walked past until I went back downstairs to lock the door.

I walked past the room again but before I made it down the hall he said something. "Christa..." He said loud enough for me to hear, "Come here." I rolled my eyes and said, "What do you want." He sighed and said, "I just wanna talk to you." I walked to his doorway and didn't go any further into the room. "Yes?" I said, folding my arms. He cut his eyes at me and said, "Come sit down." I raised my eyebrow and said, "I'm sure whatever you're gonna say doesn't require me sitting next to you. I can hear you perfectly from right here."

He started to grind his teeth, clearly being upset with me. And I was too tired and too annoyed to give a fuck to be completely honest. "Christa.." he said trying to be nicer, "can you please just sit down and talk to me?" I was starting to get irritated and said, "For all the time you're taking tryna get me to sit down you could've said what your needed to say already." He started to get up as if it was his only option or something and I walked down the hall and closed the door.

"Christa we not doin' this shit again." He said trying to open the door. "You're absolutely right.." I said folding my arms, "So go back to your room and leave me alone." He started to whine out of frustration. "Christa why can't you just talk to me like a normal person. You're the only person I've ever had this issue with." For some reason that shit pissed me off and I opened the door. I shoved him and said, "Nigga go back to your other bitch then! And if you ain't then what the fuck are you bothering me for?"

He tried to grab my arm and I snatched away going back downstairs. "Christa that's not what I was tryna say and you know that." He said chasing after me. "Nope you said what you said. Stand on what you say when you say it." I said folding my arms and sitting on the couch. "You know what Christa I don't have time to go back and forth about shit right now, I really don't." He said putting his hands behind his head and walking away. "Good. Then get the fuck out my face." I said.

"The fuck you just say?" He said coming back downstairs. I don't like when he tries to punk me like that. "You heard what I said the first time I said it." I said getting up. "Listen just cause you come and go whenever you feel like it don't me you talk crazy to me like you lost your mind." He said towering over me. I put on this fake smile and said, "okay whatever." and started to walk away. He grabbed my wrist and started to get mad.

"Let me go." I said trying to pull away. "Christa you think I'm playin and I'm not.." he said grabbing my face, "don't get fucked up." I didn't really care about what he was saying or how he felt cause I was kinda over it. "Whatever Bro. Just let me go so I can get out cause you gettin' on my nerves." I said pushing his hand off me. He grabbed my neck and said, "What happened last time you tried that shit hm?" I was stuck and didn't say anything else for a minute. "Get off me." I said pushing him away.

I walked upstairs and he followed me, acting an ass. "Okay okay. That was mean I'm sorry. You happy now?" He said laughing at me. "No I'm not. Now go away." I said getting more irritated. "Oh my god, if you start cryin again imma fuck you up for real cause I'm not doin nothin." He said picking me up from behind. "Crying about what? About you bein' a ain't shit ass Nigga? Who cries about that?" He chuckled and said, "You wasn't sayin that the last time you was here. You was so fucked up you couldn't even talk shit no more."

"Boy shut the fuck up." I said folding my arms. "Now I have to shut up cause I'm right. Wow Christa." He said still picking on me. I thought about it and said, "Ain't you the one who got a whole attitude cause I left and threw a fit about it in the living room? Then you said you'd beat my ass if I left again?" He put me down and said, "Shut up. Stop acting like you don't know what I meant." Then he corrected me and said, "I said I would fuck you up. I didn't say I was gon' beat yo ass. It's a difference Christa, I thought you was smart."