It all started when I was out on a patrol with my best bud, Shane. The weather that day was unbelievable, the sun was blazing down on the black and white police car as Shane and I just strolled through town, eating our burgers, having a good old time. We were talking about the women that we dated in the past, and how Shane just wanted to find him a woman like Lori, stay-at home mom, who cooked and cleaned, while he was out making the money. I hated when he said stuff like that, I never expect Lori to cook or clean, she could get a job if she wanted too, and I'm not stopping her. I don't want to be an overpowering husband that tells my wife what she can and cannot do, that's where Shane and I are totally different.

"I mean really man, you have the golden life, all you have to do is your job, that's all, everything else is taken care of, it's great, " Shane just kept going on, and I just shook my head in fake agreement .

The static noise that comes from the radio indicating that someone was about to speck came on.

"We have reports of screaming coming from the Dixon house, repeat we have reports of screaming coming from the Dixon house."

Finally! Something to get me away from Shane's crazy talk, I love him, but sometimes he is just so annoying. I jumped up so fast to grab the microphone, I nearly knocked Shane's drink right out of his hands, he looked at me as if I had three heads.

"Sorry, I've never been to the Dixon house before and after hearing all the stories about it, I saw this as my moment to finally get to see how crazy they really are!" Was my excuse to cover up for my rash movement. Shane nodded his head and put his foot on the petal, throwing the rest of his burger and fries in the trash can beside the car as we drove away.

Driving through the neighborhood, you could tell that the people who lived here didn't have much money, kids were running around in baggy, worn-downed clothes and their parents were nowhere to be seen. Most of the kids that live in this neighborhood don't go to school and the county gave up on getting them to go, half of their parents were drugs addicts or alcoholics, so they weren't even in their right minds to take care of kids, the kids here either end up like their parents or get put in foster care and live another, better life.

We pulled up to the Dixon house, which was a one-story, beaten down white house, with ivy growing up the siding and beer cans scattered around the yard. Shane parked on the curb closet to the house, we got out of the car and walked up to the front door, stepping over beer cans as we went.

I knocked on the front door and announced "Kings County Police, please open up." Nothing happened.

"Hello? We know your home Mr. Dixon, please answer the do—"All of a sudden the door swung open and Merle Dixon leaned against the door frame.

"Mr. Dixon was my daddy!" he all but yelled.

"Please, officers, call me Merle," The smell of alcohol was reeking off of him. Shane was the next one to speak.

"Merle, somebody called in a complaint about hearing a woman screaming, would you have anything to do with this?"Merle started laughing like a mad man.

"Nawww man, you got it all confused, you see my lady was crying out with pleasure!" Merle started hackling like a crazy old man.

"Ol' Merle knows how to give it to a lady! You might want to take some notes from me officers!" As soon as merle said that, a young woman walked up behind him, she had long, wavy blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Merle, what's wrong?" asked the mysterious women. Merle responded to her with a smirk on his face.

"Nothing, sugar tits, just these officers here thinking I was beating ya', because you was screaming like a damn banshee while I was laying it on good."

Before the girl had a chance to responded, I cut in saying "Ma'am, if I may, what is your name?"

"My name is Andrea, so it was just a misunderstanding, then?" She was cutting right to the chase, but I couldn't blame her because I was ready to leave, we had already deduced that nothing abusive was going on here.

"Yes, Ma'am, sorry to bother you guys, have a nice evening." Shane said as he was slowly backing away from the door.

"Bye, officers!" said Andrea as Merle just walked back into the house without saying another word to us.

Shane and I got back into the car and as we sat down in our seats Shane said "You think it was just a misunderstanding? I mean the Dixons are crazy people and I don't put anything past them."

"I don't know man, everything looked fine, what happened to the dad by the way, it looked like it was only Merle there?" I vaguely remember there being a younger brother too, but I'm not sure.

"I'm pretty sure their dad got taken away for massive child abuse and drugs, and I think there was a younger brother too, but he moved away to go be an alcoholic somewhere else." Wow! It was like Shane read my mind.

"You never know man; he could've made a life for himself getting away from all this." Shane just shook his head and pulled away. Time for more patrolling!

=================== Daryl's Pov

It was dark by the time I past the sign saying 'Welcome to Georgia'. Only a few more miles until I hit Kings County, I'm glad Merle is willing to take me in until I get back on my feet, he was always nice to me, in his own way. So many bad things happened to me in that town I swore I would never go back, but here I am, driving back to my home town that haunts my dreams at night and turns them into horrible nightmares. Why am I doing this again?