A 911 call. Screaming. Punches. Police at the door. The helpless woman, opens it, her face covered with blue and her nose bleeding, her lip busted and her hair messed. Her eyes show a story so messed up that none could compare. Behind her is a man. Bulky. Big. Muscular. Drunk and intoxicated to the brim.

You: “Ma’am this is LAPD, we got a call of screaming.”

The woman: “N-no, everything is fine…” Everything was anything but fine. You force yourself in between the scared woman and her boyfriend.

You have to get to the bottom of this.