Two Drama Stories I Witnessed in Dominican Republic

Affairs, emotions, and late-night drama in Dominican Republic.

We all know there are two sides to each story, but let’s not ignore the version from the random third-party witness. I’ve witnessed two separate incidents, both of them unfolding late at night. I still don't know whether to call them drama, passionate love affairs, or just plain old crazy.

Banging on the Door

It’s around 3 a.m., and there’s heavy knocking on one of the neighbors’ doors somewhere in the apartment building. I have no clue what’s going on—I’m half asleep, not even aware that the knocking had probably been going on for a while and finally woke me up.

It could be one of two things: someone lost their keys and is trying to wake up whoever’s inside... or it could be something worse. But I’m tired, it’s late, and I’ve got to be up early. It doesn’t sound serious, so I ignore it and go back to sleep.

The next morning, my lady asks if I heard the drama last night. I’m clueless. “What drama?”

She starts by asking if I heard the knocking on the neighbor’s door. That part I did hear, but I wouldn’t have called it drama. Then she fills me in:

A woman showed up to a man’s apartment in the middle of the night, pleading to be let in. Her surprise visit apparently wasn’t welcomed, the man had another woman in there. So she banged on his door for over an hour, yelling stuff like “open the door” and “let me in.”

An unwanted, late-night confrontation. Whatever her reason for showing up like that, she definitely should’ve pumped her brakes.

Oh—and did I mention the guy she was harassing is a police officer?

This could’ve ended way worse.

Eventually, he opened the door and said a few words, maybe even threatened to lock her up (lol). But she got the message, paced around the parking lot for a while, and eventually left.

Couple Physically Fights

This one also takes place late at night, just after 2 a.m. I was half asleep, sitting on the couch with the TV on, and saw the whole thing unfold right from my living room window.

A little backstory on the main character. Let’s call her Beddy.

Beddy is new to the building, and in less than a week she managed to bother just about every tenant. Blocking cars in the parking lot, throwing loud parties every night, taking over the laundry area with zero regard for others, leaving the water pump on overnight… believe me, the list goes on.

Oddly enough, Beddy doesn’t speak a word to anyone, seems like she’s avoiding the neighbors. Then again, when you’ve got three different boyfriends visiting at all hours, maybe keeping quiet is her strategy to avoid someone spilling the tea.

Anyway, back to the night in question.

Just after 2 a.m., I start to hear low bickering outside between a man and a woman. At first, I think nothing of it. But the tone starts to shift. It gets more aggressive, so I decide to look out the window.

And there she is—Beddy—lunging at a guy I recognize from before.

I’m surprised to see him back here, considering she chased him out of the building with a knife just last week. But here they are again, and she’s swinging on him like a prizefighter. And he? He’s basically a punching bag.

The whole time they’re trying to keep their voices down, even while they’re wrestling, bumping into the car, backing off, then going at it again.

Five minutes go by, felt like ten.

She lunges at him one more time, and this time his energy changes. He swings back, wrestles her to the ground, then bolts for the car.

Now here’s where it turns full movie scene:

As he reverses the car, Beddy jumps up from the pavement, runs after him, and literally dives through the driver’s side window while the car is still moving.

They drive off like that, her feet still hanging out the window as she climbs in, the car doing a little swirl before straightening out.

From my window, it looked like they were driving in their lane… or at least, close enough for 2 a.m. on an empty road.

Back to Normal

In both cases, no police were called and by the next day, the people involved carried on like nothing ever happened.

As for Beddy, she actually brought back the same guy she’d been fighting with. That didn’t last long, though. Since then, she’s replaced him with a much more older man, and honestly, things have been a lot more peaceful around here.

Most people love drama. From blockbuster movies to sports headlines, nearly all entertainment revolves around it. Me? I prefer my drama on a screen, not from a front-row seat in real life.

I’ve been told the same thing by locals in more than one country, and it stuck with me:

Foreigners should stay out of locals drama.

Because once things escalate and the authorities get involved, it becomes their word against yours. And chances are—you’re going to lose.

Advice to live by.

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