All Chapters of Arrest Me Officer: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Rescue by Lauren Daigle was playing on the radio as I laid in bed, unable to stop crying. The song was supposed to be comforting, it was a song depicting God's promise to always rescue his children, it was supposed to be uplifting, but no, it wasn't. How could it be? When I was just diagnosed of the incurable HIV. “ Look, Angelo, this is not the end of the world”, Alberto said, sitting beside me on the bed, his new long lashes making him look so much like Boy George's twin brother. He had gotten those lashes for my wedding. He was my best friend since middle school, and I sometimes wonder what had kept us together. I was the secluded type who was always withdrawn, even with my sexuality. People could hardly guess if I was gay or straight, but that wasn't the case with Alberto. He was all out, always showing off his feminine self, always making a statement with his lashes and his nails. A typical “ tell me you're gay without telling me you're gay” kind of guy. “ Look, it's just H

It was compulsory to take swimming lessons at the police training academy. Our instructor then would tell us to learn everything that was learnable, every skill that was obtainable, because we might find it useful one day. I had been moved by him, and I personally took the decision to learn different skills so as to widen my horizon, every skill except for swimming. It was as simple as ABCD; I was technically salt, and I always feared that I would dissolve if I should get into water. I wasn't aqua-phobic, but I just hated the idea of submerging myself in water like a fish, and so I never took swimming classes seriously, and avoided anything that would put me in a swimming pool. I had maneuvered my way into passing the swimming test. Trust me, I had my ways, but as I felt myself sinking in that river, I started regretting everything. If only I had known. “ No, no, no!” I screamed as I swung my feet, recalling the basic floating techniques. The guy that had jumped into the water

“ Oh, hi, Angelo right?” He asked, smiling with his perfect white teeth. No one could have such perfect teeth. He must've visited a good dentist. “ Yes, officer. How're you doing?” I was still faking the smile. “ I'm good”, he said in an almost singsong tone, “How about you? How are you doing?” There was something that seemed like sincere concern in his voice. “ I'm good too. I just got discharged from the hospital and um….. my parents just wanted to get some groceries so we stopped by”, I wanted to say more, but I feared that I might stammer. “ Oh, that's great. I see you've met Diamo”, he said, looking at the little man that was tugging at his feet. “ Yeah, so sorry I bumped into him, I wasn't paying attention”. “ No need to bother. He doesn't listen so a little bump wouldn't hurt”, he said and we both chuckled. His chuckle drenched my soul, it was like irrigating a desertified area, and the little guy's laughs flashed a torchlight in the darkness of my soul. “ Well, h