He sat back into his seat, in his man cave. It had been a long day. He held the whisky. It bit when he sipped. Eyes open ahead as he gulped it down. The glass empty. He poured another. He was still in his uniform. The day had been long.

“Are you in there Daddy?” his ten year old asked from the door.

“Yes, go to your mother.”

She walked down the hallway. They knew to leave him alone. His hand still hurt from the last time he had to remind his wife. He closed his eyes and thought about the day.

Some bitch. He clenched his fists as he remembered the face of the woman. She spoke back. Dumb lefty whore. He was doing his job. She should obey him. He was the one who was in the right. Always right. Dumb fucking bitch.

He filled another glass.

“She should have fucking listened,” he grumbled to the bottle.

It his twenty years on the job. He had only shot five people. Killed one. Tonight, it was almost kill number two.

He downed the whisky, dumb bitch.

Sure, he was a little heavy handed on the scumbag he was arresting, Maybe, it was unwise to kick him the face three times while he was cuffed. So what. He was a criminal. The audacity of that bitch to touch him. To stop him from doing his job.

He thought about the woman, in her thirties, blonde. She was fuckable even, just a dumb bitch. She grabbed him by the sleave, pulled him back, Stopped him from hitting the crim…again. Her lefty fingers nearly smeared their pinko piss across his badge.

“Back up,“ he barked.

“You can’t keep hitting that man,” she screamed.

“I can do what I want!” he reminded her.

So, he kicked the crim again. This time in the leg. The bitch pulled him, so he pushed her back. A tussle ensued, he wrestled with her. She was half his weight. But determined. His pistol fired. She fell back. He blew a hole through her shoulder. His partner and a crowd rushed to see.

“Stupid bitch,” he said as she hit the pavement. Blood around her. He picked the criminal up and took him to the car. The dumb bitch was not his problem. The ambulance crew was on her, by the time he had reached the station.

“Why did you not render first aid?” he was asked.

“I was in shock, and had to get the criminal back,” he replied.

“Fair enough.”

The body cam did show her touch him first, it did show her pull him while he was in the process of enforcing the law.

“Actions have consequences,” someone said about her to him.

It had been recorded. He was in the right, his social media feed assured him. But still, there will always be cop hating lefties who will blame the officer during any shooting. Fuck them!

The kid was asleep. He could hear his wife leave the shower. It was getting late. He climbed the stares, whisky and pride perfumed his brain. He stripped down while she dried her hair. She did not say anything, she could tell he’d had a bad day. She knew he was in a mood.

“Come here,” he slurred.

“Not while you’re like this.”

“You will show me some fucking respect,” he spat.

She went to leave. She’d slept in her daughters room often.

“Not tonight,” he growled as he pulled her back. Throwing her to the bed, “no” she begged.

“You will show me respect,” he drooled with rage. His fist found her cheek. She was stunned, tears stinging. He kissed them away, whisky burning her face as he did so. With rough thrusts he re-kindled the marriage in his own mind. His putrid breath puffed their wedding vowels at her while his loins poisoned her with pain. She closed her eyes and left her mind. Once he was done, he rolled over heaving. Then snoring.

She cleaned up and slept alongside her daughter.

The following day, was another morning. Breakfast was made. He was on his way. At the station he was welcomed, “your a good cop. Twenty years on the job, this sort of thing will always happen.”

Some more paperwork, an interview. He was on the road. Everyone agreed with him. Actions have consequences!

That weekend, he was invited to a ball. His wife would also attend. It’s amazing what make up can cover over. And if it didn’t most don’t see what they don’t care to find. His back was patted, hand shook, he was a good man. He knew it. Respect was shown. A good cop. He would enforce all and any laws. He protects and serves. Chaos would reign without men like him. He went back home to his castle where his wife and child slept in fear, again.