Officers Cruz and Fuentes on a Domestic Call
A Nick PT Barnum Short Story
Officer Victor Cruz wanted to start his day off differently. He wanted a different outlook. He wanted to start his day off right. His freshly shined loafers made him feel good. And his new shaving cream made him smell good. He was ready to either placate or disagree with anyone in charge.
Officer Alfredo Fuentes just looked at his partner quizzically. He wondered what he would really do if Peter O'Brien barked at him this morning.
"What?" He said as his partner grimaced.
"What’s up with you?" Fuentes asked.
"I’m just not going to let the O'Brien, Kimber or Chambers get to me," he replied.
Fuentes nodded his head.
"We were suppose to meet Nick for breakfast so he can fill us in on Sporty, but we got an early morning domestic. I think I'd rather be on my own with you, and not tied down by a private eye and detectives who think they know it all," said Cruz.
Fuentes nodded. "You, my friend are in a rare form."
"But, none the less my friend, even the change of plans are not going to get at me," he said smiling. "I feel good and I’m going to keep feeling good."
"Okay, I believe you."
The police academy had been turning out good police men and women for more than a decade, but none like Cruz and Fuentes. They were always mentally on the job and they never shook off the willingness to perform. They were cut from a different mold and Bridgeport was lucky to have them.
They drove up to a small duplex on Spring Street off of East Main and heard the yelling from the car.
"Breakfast must have sucked," said Cruz.
Fuentes smiled as they exited the car.
Cruz was going to knock on the outer door, but he didn’t because there was a middle aged black man leaning against the door cupping his left ear.
"You guys are fighting too early," Fuentes said as he peered into the living room.
"She bit off my ear," said the middle aged black man.
"Let me see," Cruz asked as he opened the screen door and slowly removed the hand away from the man’s ear. "Oh yeah, it’s gone."
"She just bit it," Cruz continued. " She didn’t bite it off."
"Now what’s the fight all about?" Fuentes asked as a young, thin black woman came down the stairs wearing nothing but a bra and panties.
"Do you mind putting on some clothes?" Cruz asked.
"It’s my house," she replied as she crossed her arms over her chest and stood crookedly.
"Suit yourself," Cruz added.
"We broke up and I just came here to get my television set," he said as he still cupped his ear.
"It’s mine now,"she shouted as she popped her spit and sucked her teeth.
"You guys are going to get a break today," Fuentes said. "You settle this now and end it and we won’t take you downtown."
"All I want is my television," he said as he grunted.
"I’ll give you your television back if you can give me back my pussy-cat!" she shouted.
Cruz wanted to laugh but the professionalism in him prevailed.
"Okay," Fuentes started as he walked over to the young woman. "Are you guys just mad at each other now and have plans to make up, or is this really it?"
She rolled her eyes.
"Come on now, don't roll your eyes at me, just answer my damn question."
"I wasn’t going to put his dirty laundry out on the street," she glared. " But I came home from work early because I wasn’t feeling good and I caught this cheating, sick freak banging a Puerto Rican boy."
"I didn’t know he was a boy!" he shouted.
"How you not know he wasn’t a boy when his junk was waving all up in the air?"
"I wasn’t looking."
"But you were cheating, doesn’t matter with who," Cruz interrupted. "Now she wants you out the house. I think you should just leave and consider the television a loss."
"I paid for that set!"
"I’m not going to let you take it," said Cruz. "It’s her set now, and if you come back for it, I’m going to throw the book at you."
"He is serious," added Fuentes.
"Man that ain’t fair," the man said as he slowly turned around. "I was good to this girl for the passed three years. I make one mistake and she kicks me out!"
"I’m paying the bills and you pounding balls with another dude, to hell with you!"
The young woman looked at her ex-boyfriend as if he just dropped in from another planet. "One mistake?"
"Yes, I was weak."
"Yeah you weak alright."
"I’m sorry baby."
The young woman didn’t even want to look at the poor bastard. She shook her head and then glanced at the police officers.
"That’s it," said Cruz. "You gotta leave, and I don’t want you back here again. Do you understand me?"
He looked back at his ex-girlfriend and understood her reasons and accepted the fact that he wasn’t going to get his television.
Officer Fuentes turned to the woman and said,"So, we are okay here right?"
"Yeah," she moaned. "We good."
"I’m sorry baby!’ The man shouted as he walked away from the door.
"Save your sorry for your dick," she shouted back. "And don’t forget to wash the shit off it. You down low mother....!"
"That’s enough," said Fuentes. "We’ll give him a ride to a family’s house. What about his clothes and personal belongings?"
"I threw everything out," she replied. "He got nothing but that television."
"No, the television is yours," Fuentes corrected.
"You got that right."
Fuentes smiled and then walked out.
© 2011 Frank Atanacio
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