Sorry for being late, I'm Price. Um, Lieutenant Kenneth Price from the Special Victims Unit. My watch is usually over by now but it's been kind of a rough night; a rough week for that matter. I went to respond to a DV, sorry a domestic violence call, over at the hospital but got there and the vic was giving me the business.

I don't get it. She was treating me like I was the perp. Like I did something to her. I'm not to the one to blame here! All I was trying to do was help and lock the ass hat up, throw away the key, but some people you just can't help. No matter how many times we get called out to the resident or they end up at the hospital, they keep going back. Keep letting him back in!

Sorry I'm yelling. It just pisses me off, the cowardice of these so called men. These new aged punks find strength and manliness in putting their hands on women. Don't get me wrong with the gays coming out in the open more, same sex violence is on the rise too and I'm not just talking about men on men.

But I swear, the next time, it won't go down like that one. This is the main reason I became the law you know? To serve and protect. Protect, yeah protect. It won't be like the last time. Next time, they won't get off easy if I have anything to do with it.

But what can you do when they don't seem to want your help? What would you do?