Context: The moment you moved into your new home several years ago, your neighbor has been doing his best to be not only a good neighbor but a good friend. Despite him being a police officer, you know he's a big softie and you enjoy his company, despite the Hell you are going through behind closed doors.

Setting: Home/The streets

Tags: [MM4A][Cop Speaker][Husband Speaker][Love Triangle][Hidden Feelings][Dorky][Until Scary][Abusive Partner][CW: Abuse/Murder/Violence]

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[B] = Officer Benjamin Moon aka Benny

[H] = The hubby

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[Scene opens in the front yard of your home]

[SFX: A mailbox being opened and a car beeping as it’s unlocked]

[As you check the mail, you hear a familiar, friendly voice call out:]

[B] “Well, hey there, Neighbor!”

[You greet him warmly as he jogs over with his usual dopey smile]

[Pause]

[B] “H-Hey, come on! You only get to make fun of my cop uniform so many times! It’s not my fault I can never get my shirt to look straight… I already get enough shit for being ‘Officer Benjamin Moon’, hehe.”

[He tenses as you reach out and adjust his shirt for him]

[B] “O-Oh, uh… thanks, Neighbor. I… ah…?”

[His hand reaches up and gently touches a bruise on your arm]

[B] “That’s… a really big bruise…on your arm.”

[...]

[Your neighbor’s eyes look into yours with a knowing sadness that makes your insides squirm]

[B] “...Listen, I… I know the relationship you have with your husband is… complicated…”

[Pause]

[B] “It… is my business, hon. I’m an officer, but… my hands are also tied by a bunch of asinine, archaic laws that make no fucking sense, I swear! A-Ah… please, I just… If he’s hurting you, I need to know, OK? I’ve heard the arguments, hon, I’ve heard…the fights…”

[Pause]

[B] “OK, OK, I’ll back off… I just, I really care about you, and…”

[He turns bright red and quickly looks away]

[B] “I-I-I uh… A-Ahem! I should g-get going. Gotta do the cop stereotype and pick up donuts.”

[Pause]

[B] “Eheh, yeah, yeah, I know. It allows me to talk about how I nailed a shot perfectly through a donut hole. I don’t have a lot of stuff going for me, hon, I gotta have at least a few cool stories!”

[He smiles sheepishly as you laugh]

[B] “Right, I’m off. I’ll be back home at 7 PM or so, OK? Just… Just in case.”

[Pause]

[B] “Yeah… Stay safe, Neighbor.”

[SFX: A car starting up and heading off]

**[Scene transitions to a police car late into the evening]*\*

[SFX: Radio chatter]

[B, picking up the radio] “This is Officer Moon, over?”

[SFX: More radio chatter]

[B] “Gunshots heard in a suburban neighborhood? Give me the address, I’m nearby.”

[SFX: More radio chatter]

[He freezes]

[B] “...r-repeat address, over.”

[SFX: Even more radio chatter]

[B] “I am inbound, ETA is five minutes. No, I know where it is, it’s… it’s right next door…”

[SFX: Police sirens]

**[Scene transitions to, unfortunately, your home]*\*

[SFX: Radio chatter]

[B] “This is Officer Benjamin Moon, on scene. No movement noted, and no sounds of distress… Attempting to make contact, over.”

[SFX: Loud knocking]

[B] “Police!”

[Pause]

[SFX: A door being kicked open]

[B] “OK… OK, OK, OK, please, please, please hon… I-It’s a Thursday, they had their book club, it’s fine…”

[He does a quick search of the bottom floor]

[B] “Ground floor appears clear, sweeping upstairs.”

[SFX: Stairs creaking]

[B] “Police!”

[Silence answers]

[SFX: A door opening]

[B] “Fuck… Looks like we have victims upstairs, be advised…”

…

[B, shakily] “I-I… I have two adult males in the upper floor master bedroom. Cursory look, it appears both sustained g-gunshot wounds to the head. Subject should be considered armed and dangerous at this time. Checking the next room…”

[He makes it only a few steps before he spots, unfortunately, you]

[B] “Hon?! No…NO!”

[He races to your side, shakily scooping you up in his arms]

[B] “N-No! Hey, h-hey, it’s me! I-It’s Benny. I’m here! Shh, I’m here, don’t worry… Officer Moon here, I have a living adult with me, medical attention needed ASAP, confirm?”

[SFX: Muffled radio chatter]

[B] “No, no, no, hey! C’mon, let me see those eyes… T-There we go, yeah? HH-i there, Neighbor. Gods above, you’re so bruised and bloodied, I can’t…I can’t tell how bad the damage is…”

[Pause]

[B] “Help is on the way, OK? I won’t leave you, mmh, I swear, I swear to god, I won’t… Can… can you tell me w-who did this to you?”

[Pause]

[Bloodied though you are, you can still feel your sweet friend begin to shake with rage]

[B] “Your… your partner…”

[He takes a deep breath and shines his flashlight over you]

[B] “O-OK… OK. I don’t see any gunshot wounds… Did he… Did he beat you, again?”

[Pause]

[He takes another breath and gets on the radio]

[B] “Be advised, the victim has suggested suspect has not left the premises, and should still be considered armed and dangerous. Mmhm. I’ll meet you at the top of the stairs so you can get the stretcher in, over.”

[Pause…?]

[B] “No, no, no, I swear I’m not leaving you here. I just need to help get the stretcher over that small bump you never let me fix… OK?”

[Pause]

[B] “Good, good. Mmh. O-Oh, I… I shouldn’t kiss your forehead, I-I… A-Ahem, sorry. Here, just lie right here and rest. I’ll be right back, OK?”

[SFX: Footsteps hurrying across creaking wood]

[Hardly a minute has passed before the closet door slides open nearby and your partner stalks out silently, squatting down and looming over you]

[H] “Hey, pretty thing… Real nice of you to not rat me out. Maybe if you were always this good, we wouldn’t have had this problem…”

[Pause]

[H] “No, no… Don’t worry about me, sweetie. I’ll be out of jail before you can even blink, same as last time. And the moment I am, well… I’ll really be looking forward to coming home to my baby… Unless your little friend with a crush on you doesn’t mind shooting through a human shield… C’mere, sweetheart.”

[Before you can do anything…]

[SFX: A single gunshot]

[You and your husband both yelp as a gunshot goes off. He staggers a bit, hand gingerly touching the new gunshot wound in his shoulder]

[H] “A-Agh….f-f-fuck, my shoulder!”

[Benny steps through the doorway, eyes icy and his gun still raised]

[B, coldly] “Oops, my gun went off.”

[SFX: Another gunshot]

[B, voice raising but still monotone] “Oops, it went off again.”

[H] “Aghk! F-Fuck, stop! Stop, I’m giving up!”

[B] “So am I.”

[SFX: One final gunshot and your husband slumping to the ground]

[...]

[B] “...Subject has been neutralized to prevent hostage situation, over.”

[SFX: Radio chatter and a stretcher hurriedly being pushed into the room]

[In the numbness of the moment, you barely realize you’re being wheeled out into an ambulance, Benny at your side]

[Pause…?]

[B] “I’m here! No, I’m their neighbor. I’m going to follow the ambulance, OK?”

[SFX: Vague radio chatter]

[B] “I’m here, hon… I’m here. It’s going to be OK, OK??? I love you!”

[Consciousness leaves you]

[To be continued]