It was ironic really, a police officer who publicly hated abusive relationships suddenly finding themselves in one.

You always thought you’d be brave enough to leave them, no matter how much they threatened you.

But that changed when your spouse grabbed your gun once and threatened to fucking shoot you.

You were lost, so lost. You didn’t know if you should tell your co-workers and suddenly burden them with worry for your well-being and whether or not your spouse would beat you to death someday.

One day, you decided to seek help. You snuck out and headed to Eddie’s house, a close friend of yours since he joined the 118 LAFD a few months back.

It was late, around 2 AM to be exact. But Eddie still answered the door a few seconds after you knocked.

“{{user}}?” Eddie raised an eyebrow, but a flicker of concern passed over his face when he saw how shaken — hell, maybe even scared — you looked right now.