OMNISCIENT + ANGEL's POV
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PRESENT:
DOMINICAN REPUBLIC, SANTO DOMINGO
"Estoy tratando de ayudarte, no lo estás haciendo fácil..." Angel says.
The man he's arresting is being hella fidgety, and even resisting arrest. He hates drunk ass people.
It's common for people to go day drinking over here, but what in the world? If you can't handle your liquor, let alone keep your hands to yourself, put the drink down.
Angel has help from other officers, but he swears they all somewhat have it out for him.
For the past two years, they've been nothing but complete assholes to him.
His first day, all he did was walk the streets of Santo Domingo. Remember, parties are constant here.
From sunrise, to sun-fucking-set.
Imagine hearing blaring music all day and all night. Of course Angel and Imani adapted to it...eventually.
Especially because when they first moved here, the two lived with Angel's parents and—it was hell on earth. And, Angel's parents live in a very tourist-like area. So, going to sleep was very hard for the two.
They didn't have sex for the longest time, and of course Angel didn't introduce Imani as his boyfriend—just a friend.
Anyways.
Quite literally on Angel's first day, he arrested a couple for displaying PDA, in a bar blasting 4K by El Alfa at eight in the fucking morning.
To make matters worse, the couple were gay men. Yes, Angel arrested a gay couple for showing PDA. And feels like shit for that.
But what can he do? Disobey the laws he protects?
And besides that, he loves his job. At least he thinks he does—he isn't too sure when his fellow officers are fucking asshats.
As he arrested the couple, one of them grabbed his dick. And all the guys at the station called him Anal Angel—slurs too.
So, when he gets elbowed in the face by this drunk digga (Dominican nigga), and his nose starts bleeding crimson red blood, he's definitely not taken aback.
Does it hurt like hell?
Bitch, how about you get elbowed in the face by a drunk man, while you're just tryna do your damn job?
"You good, América?" One of the officers beside me asks. I ignore him, does it look like I'm good?
As much as I'd like to respond, it's better I remain professional. These guys seriously try, and make my job ten times more difficult.
To them, it's harmless play.
To me, you're in my fucking way.
Kindly move.
Por favor.
Gracias.
"América, you're always the one getting roughed up man."
I finally get the handcuffs on him—and by now, I can taste blood in my mouth.
Imani is not going to like this.
This is the third time this month I've gotten hurt at work. Accidents are bound to happen, but damn I'm getting my butt kicked.
Is it because I'm Dominican—
