[ WP ] After 30 years of exemplary service on the force you retire . The day after your retirement party you are back at the station . Your former partner jokingly says `` Did n't we just get rid of you ? '' before he notices you are in handcuffs and are being quickly ushered into an interrogation room .

`` Did n't we just get rid of you? ``, Marcus joked before his eyes dropped down to the handcuffs around my wrists. Before he could make sense of the situation, detectives dillhole and shithead already had him in an interrogation room. `` What the hell John? Why? What the fuck happened last night?'' 
 
 *The Previous Day... * 
 
 
 John felt an excitement building up. Not the mild anticipation of an upcoming weekend or the thrill of a case about to be closed, this was something he felt in his bones. He could almost feel the noose of office politics loosening around his neck as he relished the last day he'd have to constantly look over his back. The last day he'd have to swat away the incompetent pests that plagued his station. 
 
 
 Despite his internal hostility, he was always outwardly professional. He had an exemplary record in the department, having quickly risen through the ranks and made it to the busiest station in the city as a detective of the highest rank. And a detective he remained till today, his last day of service- he had no desire to supervise, or answer to, an inept bunch of morons. 
 
 
 `` Another round for the boys Sally, and make them doubles!'' he roared at the bartender, enjoying the grimace that crossed the chief's face as he saw the hole in his pocket widening with every round. Let the bastard suffer. As the day had worn on, and John thought about how he would be spending the rest of his days, or rather with whom, his freedom started to feel stifled. Tonight he just wanted to drink, get home and pass out. As the night wore on, the music improved, the women got beautiful and the ignoramus started getting more interesting. When it was time for last call John was almost sorry to have to leave. 
 
 
 `` You fucking dirtbag. You smell of alcohol and cheap whores. Where the fuck have you been?''. The dumb bitch did n't even remember he was retiring today. `` Honeyy.. The boyss threw me a farewell.'' `` Oh yeah, the happiest fucking day of their lives I'm sure. Marcus must be out celebrating. He gets a new partner tomorrow.'' 
 
 
 Long after the bitch was done with her tirade, he sat for hours nursing the bottle of scotch his father had gifted him on his first day in service.Finally he stood up and started walking towards the bedroom, reminiscing about the slightly odd talk his father had given him that day. `` Son, this is the finest scotch I have. Open it the day you retire and look back at your life. Finish it only once you know you have no regrets and can live the rest of your days in peace. Let the last sip signal the end of turmoil and conflict and the beginning of a calm.'' `` The beginning of a calm'', he thought, and plunged the knife. 
 
 
 
... If you're reading this you've actually managed to read through the entire story! I'd love some feedback since this is my first attempt on WP. I know the writing is a little amateurish but I'm very rusty. 
 
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