Chapter 1: Where it all started

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Chapter one: Introduction

You know when I first joined the police force, I was eager to make a difference on my first day on the job, but I was not prepared for the amount of heartache, headache, seeing so many mothers cry, and coming across so many people I know I could've helped giving the right resources and the backing from my captain. My name is Stephanie Madonna, I came from a great family, in a great city named Clarksville. I have a mother, Donna Madonna, who's still alive today, she worked with a guy named Nathan Leo as his assistant. Nathan Leo was Clarksville's number one psychologist, the best that we could offer. My mother loved her job, she would always come home with a smile on her face, saying all positive things about Nathan, and how great it was to help the mentally ill.
My father, Torrey Madonna was the captain of the police department that I work in. I love my father so much, and joining him in protecting the streets has always been a dream of mine. We had such a close relationship when I was younger, I was daddy's little girl. After he saw how serious I was about joining the police force, he helped me get ready for the physical exam, he didn't baby me either, he made me do it like everybody else, and he also got me mentally prepared as best as he could. Being a 5"9 female, playing basketball, part of my high school's wrestling team, having my father's genetics, I really didn't need the help, but he didn't really want me to depend only on my physical gifts he wanted me to use my brains as well.
When I finished the police academy, I took the mandatory drugs test, the polygraph test, and underwent a background check, I was officially apart of Clarksville's police department. I finished the academy when I was nineteen years old. When my father gave me my uniform, and badge, that was the greatest feeling I had ever felt. I finally felt accomplished in life. I worked so hard and long to get this, to feel this moment and there it was.
The honeymoon phase didn't last too long, probably a week or two. After I joined the force my father treated me completely different, I expected that but it also started to boil over outside of our workplace. Every little thing I did wrong he would jump down my throat for it. There were other people making the same mistakes who've been here for ten plus years, but it didn't matter to him. After he would yell at me, and I would yell back he would say "the only reason why I'm so hard on you, is the fact that you're my only child and my baby girl. You make one wrong decision out in the field then you're dead. There's sick people out here, people who will kill you in a heartbeat if they had the chance. I can't afford to lose you."
That always sounded nice, but was quickly contradicted an hour later as he continued to yell at me. There's a way to talk to somebody without yelling at them, I listen better when I am not being yelled at. I shut down, and stop listening. Especially when he does it in front of my coworkers, my peers, it's embarrassing. I've learned to live with it at work and when I visit my parents at home.
My first month was spent patrolling the streets with my long time partner Sam Brooks. Sam is a lovable girl, the sweetest person I've met in the police force, Sam was the first person to introduce herself to me. Sam is about 5'6, 145 pounds, built nice. Thick thighs, flat stomach, skin that glows in the sunlight, and long beautiful 4B hair. Sam was apart of the police department for three years before I joined, she was twenty one when I first met her. Me and Sam were the youngest on the force, but you couldn't tell if you talked to her, she is highly intelligent. Sam is now thirty-one and I am now twenty-four. She taught me everything I know referring to each and every part of Clarksville. Even the notorious Murders Row, the hotspot for all of the crimes that goes on in this city.
Sam lived in Murders Row her whole life until she had enough money to move her and her parents out, me on the other hand I've never stepped a foot in Murders Row. Just heard the stories Sam told me, and what I saw on the news. One story of Sam's really haunted gave me chills as she told me.
"One night, I was asleep in my bed. I was eleven years old." She said. As her brown eyes sadden. "I was woken up by the neighbors arguing. They would fight all the time, every night. We use to tell our landlord but he never believed us. This time the fight was worse than ever. Stuff was thrown, there was glass shattering, stuff falling over, and I assumed that the woman beating up the man. I heard him say that's it bitch. Few minutes of silence passed then three shots rang out, the gunshots interrupting the silence. He missed her but unfortunately since my bedroom was next to their living room, one of the three bullets penetrated my room. The bullet burly missing my head, grazing my arm, a few more inches down the bullet would've got me in the back and killed me or paralyzed me." I was horrified, and sadden to hear what she had to go through.
"My dad ran into my room, saw me bleeding, wrapped my wound up, and comforted me for a quick second. He grabbed his badge and gun banged on the door. When the guy answered, the guy saw that it was my dad with his badge, and gun in hand the guy tried to end his own life, just before he pulled the trigger my dad tackled him, restrained him, and yelled for my mother to call the police." She added, she's now tearing up.
"The guy, named Sammy Caldera. Served 30 days in jail. Sammy is then transported to Doctor Nathan's psych ward. Nathan Leo runs stuff on him, feed him some meds, and the Doctor clears him. He gets out, going to his girlfriends parents house, killing the girlfriend, the parents and then himself. The guy had a history of being Schizophrenic. Sammy wrote a note before committing saying Nathan Leo made him worse, and he made him do it." She said as she pulled over and started balling her eyes out. I saw that this really affected her, and this is why she joined the police.

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