IMANI's POV
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OMNISCIENT
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ANGEL's POV
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PRESENT:
DOMINICAN REPUBLIC, SANTO DOMINGO
"Angel, get out the car." I'm either about to drag his ass outta the car, or leave him in here. His drunk ass can't even function correctly.
I'm getting slightly irritated right now.
Hella irritated, it's late, I'm tired, like cmon now.
"I'm not getting out the car until you tell me why you didn't—"
"I'm not goin tell you again to get out the car, so either yo ass stays in it all night, or I damn near drag you out. Which one you want?"
Silence.
That's what the fuck I thought.
Always tryna back talk and shit, lucky I love his bright yella ass. Damn near look like a lightbulb.
But can I really be talking though?
Angel stumbles out the car, and definitely looks like he's about to throw up. Don't play with me right now. "So drunk, you can barely stand." I say, picking him up.
What? I ain't gon let my baby fall.
His legs wrap around my waist, arms around my neck, and I hold his weight with one hand. That ass got bigger for sure.
Reminds me of the one song by BossMan Dlow.
I walk up the pathway, and unlock the door. I think Angel is either knocked out, or the world is spinning, so he mad quiet.
"You okay?" I ask, slipping off my shoes. "Yeah, I'm just hungry.." I got his plate of food in the microwave, but I don't need him throwing it up the next morning.
I slaved over that hot ass stove.
"Drink some water, I'll order you some pizza."
"I don't want pizza."
"Then what you want?"
"I don't know."
..Why in the hell—let me chill out.
"Are you even hungry for real?"
"Not really."
Okay, Imma take his ass to sleep then. I'll be damned if he falls asleep on the couch, or even the dinner table.
I head upstairs, and of course my dumbass trips over Ciro's backpack.
Matter fact, why is his backpack even over here?
I could've sworn I told him to keep his bag in his room.
"Ciro, come get this backpack!" I shout out.
I don't care if his ass sleep, get up, grab that bag, so I can stop tripping up and down this hallway.
Don't make no damn sense.
"You still haven't told me why you didn't help with my dad—"
"I told you, I had work." We still on this? I thought we was past all this shit man. I get it, I lied—but for a good reason. Don't act like lying is bad.
In this case, I lied to protect my family.
"I—"
"Stop talking, Angel. Please, just stop talking."
Imani quickly, but surely changes Angel from his clothes. Of course it was a bit of a hassle, but he gets it done. He quietly closes the door behind him, and immediately jumps when he sees Ciro.
