Active duty stories as told by Division agent: Roxanne "Roxi" Perez in the streets of DC with partner Vanessa. Surrounded by chaos and despair, the duo make their way through the streets of DC in the aftermath of the "green poison" epidemic. With th...
Earlier in the day while killing time. Ness and I scavenged around and stumbled upon a ran-through clothing shop. I couldn't help myself. I spotted a lovey satin romper the color of nude rose.
I've always had a thing for nice threads, especially vintage. During my freshman year in college I even played with the idea of switching my major to something fashion industry related. I definitely have an eye for colors and can put together a look with nothing but scraps and hand-me-downs from Abuela's basement.
We weren't the poorest in the neighborhood but never had the kind of money to support my designer wardrobe tastes with my mother raising us alone money was tight. My father was an ex-marine. He was killed in a car crash of all things, drunk driver. Ana has just started cutting teeth when it happened. Mami, Ana, and I stayed with Abby after his funeral. She couldn't go back into the house we grew up in. I think it felt too empty without his enormous presence and it was comforting for all of us women to be under the same roof.
My father was a giant to me, I always looked up to him, my great protector and trainer. He would play catch with me and took me to my first Dodgers game. Despite my mother's distaste, he also taught me how to shoot and clean a at the tender age of 9. It was nearing my 10th birthday on a sunny August afternoon in rural Texas.
"The thing is Mija." He knelt down next to me in the grass an acre out behind our home. He looked at me lovingly with his serious but still warm tone.
"This is the power of life or death in your hands. Never forget."
I can still feel the hot dense steel in my hands, the weight and finality of it. Even now, sometimes out patrolling the streets or on a mission, the weight of it all. It's heavy...
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Papi is still my guardian angel and the reason I'm here today. He inspired me and encouraged me to be whatever I dared to be. I was in awe of him, his strength, discipline, wisdom. I wanted to make him proud and that's why when the opportunity was presented, I chose to serve The Division and hone my skills so that I could one day serve and protect just like mi padre.
I Hail Mary and kiss his dog tags that I never take off. I can smell my dried up sweat on them. I need a shower. I turn to Vanessa.
"Shower"?
Regret immediately floods my face. I didn't mean to just blurt that out or assume that we are now "showering".
Since the Christmas kiss, things have been...different but not a bad different. Awkward moments and school girl crushing. The butterflies and excitement has been stifled time-consuming control point battles, dark zone extractions, and high profile bounties. We haven't been stationary for months.
When we kissed, a line was crossed. We crossed that threshold together and now there's just all this unexplored territory. I want to respect her boundaries, but I can't get the feel of her lips off mine, or pretend like it didn't happen.
