He and his girlfriend (what was her name? Sandra?) had finished up with their, uh, nightly activities and I had long since fallen asleep. I wasn’t really expecting to wake up to the sound of Sandra screaming.
It was really a quick scream, and ended rather abruptly, but I was still on high alert. I could hear terror in that scream, and I grabbed the can of mace I keep in my bedside table and stumbled towards Camio’s room.
I bumped into him on the way, only a little surprised that I didn’t hear him. The man could be quiet as a cat when he wanted to be, which was nice, I’ll admit. “What’s going on? Is she okay?” I asked, keeping my voice low.
Yeah, I was just coming to see if she woke you up, he signed. She just had a bad nightmare. She’s fine now.
Relieved – and just a little annoyed, though I would never admit to it – I went back to bed.
A few days later, Camio told me that he’d broken up with Sandra. I consoled him, of course, and pretended that I wasn’t secretly glad she was out of my life.
Things went back to normal.
I began to notice a trend.
Camio would date these girls – most of them awful and annoying – for a few weeks, sometimes even only a few days, and then dump them. Out of the blue. He acted as though it was totally normal, but it made me curious. Maybe he was just a womanizer, but I started thinking that there was something else behind it.
I got my answers one day when I came home from work early.