Noise Complaint

Your relationship with your neighbors is strained on the best days. They are constantly revving the engines on their obnoxious car outside of your house, throwing trash in your yard, or a variety of petty acts that showcase their general assholery. When they blocked your driveway with your car this afternoon, you didn't hesitate to call a tow truck. You knew when you heard your doorbell ring that it would be somehow related to their retaliation.

You answer your front door to find two female police officers standing in the entryway. As soon as your door was open, the brunette officer, holding a baton, put her boot just inside the threshold. Feeling a rush of adrenaline from the unexpected visit, you ask the ladies-in-blue, "Good afternoon, is there something I can I help you with?" In any other context, you'd find these women gorgeous, but at this moment you're having a difficult time looking passed their uniform and air of authority.

The red-haired officer responds to your greeting, "My name is Officer Rice, this is Officer Jansen. We received various complaints which reported loud noises coming from this address. Do you mind answering some questions for us?" Her tone was severe, but professional.

"Seriously?! I'm guessing those complaints came from next door, huh? I'm the only that lives here and I haven't had any parties or know of loud noises other than the ones coming from those terrible people next door.", you state, doing your best to convince the officers of the truth.

Both of the officers take their time to look you up and down; you've never felt so small. "So no one else lives at this address?" Officer Jansen confirms. You notice the edges of Officer Rice's mouth twitch in an almost smirk. "Go ahead and turn around and put your hands behind your back." commanded Officer Jansen. "What?! What are you talking about?" you exclaim. Even though you verbally protest, you find yourself unconsciously following the directive. "Julia, get him secured. I'll clear the house." said the brunette officer. Clicking the cold metal cuffs around your wrist held behind your back, Officer Rice replies, "I got him Brooke, go ahead."

Julia maintains her grip on the cuffs as she turns to shut and lock your front door. She then leads you to the living room and sits you down onto your couch, the only thought running through your mind is "What the hell is going on?"