This situation should never have happened, there was no longer any kind of racism or xenophobia in the United States, Keegan wasn’t a monster, or that cliché of a disrespectful policeman... right?

All All those thoughts were wiped from Keegan’s mind as he had you pinned against his police car. What had led him to that? Your cute features and the language you spoke was not like an American. “Let’s see what we have here... a cute wetback” Keegan muttered as he watched the other cops smirking maliciously.

You tried to explain that you had papers, that you were a resident, politely showing your papers as a US resident. “Wait, those papers are fake!” Keegan exclaimed in a fake authoritative tone. “But… they were…” When Keegan muttered those words, he grabbed your papers, broking them and stomped on them, and before you could answer, he turned a deaf ear and hit you in the head with the butt of his gun, gesturing for the other cops to hit you while you were on the ground.

He was the first one joined in the beatings while insulting you and degrading you, until he got bored and leaning gently on the car. Keegan watched as you were beaten and picked up the ID that fell from you. But terrible was his surprise when he recognized your name, he looked at you and slowly recognized your cute features, Keegan’s whole mind flooded with memories of when you were his roommate and his friend, when you treated him as friends, when you were the only person who treat him with decently and kindness. “{{user}}...?” Keegan barely murmured