THE GOOD COP. » DENZEL WASHINGTON

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"Y-YOU HAVE MY back, right Q?" Aaron stammered as he raked his hand through his chestnut colored hair. His guilt stricken attitude exuded more than ever as he thought back to the latest events of tonight. Aaron was still unable to cope with the fact that he murdered Pharaoh- the young male who simply yearned to take another breath. Quincy lifted his head up to look to the man he thought to be his best friend as his mind raced- he wondered how this man had the audacity to ask if he had his back as if he hadn't murdered a seventeen year old. It killed him internally- ever since he himself was a teenager he sternly believed that the most unfair circumstance in life was the ordeal of death at a young age. It almost felt as if Quincy died with the young boy but that could easily be proven wrong seeing as though Quincy was still full of life. It must've been his soul that was drained rather than his being. It just wasn't fair. . . and for Aaron to ask such a question was almost just as unfair as the entire tribulation was.

"H-how could you ask me that?" Q's hostility towards him was speedily on display as he picked his back off the wall within the empty hallway of the police station. "Huh? How in the hell could you ask me that shit?" At this point, Aaron averted his eyes towards the clean white floor as the voice of his counterpart boomed in his ears. He knew when Quincy grew angry his language became much more foul as well as disrespectful, so he braced himself as he entered the belly of the beast.

"I just watched you murder a fucking kid and you're asking me, w-what? If I have your damn back? You're fucked up! The fuck even was that out there? You're not supposed to fucking shoot unless you believe the motherfucka poses a threat! I know damn well when I saw those boys I wasn't threatened for shit! Shit, ain't no way they could have been taller than 5'10! For God sakes that boy had his hands up! What? Y-you thought that little boy was gonna kill you? You thought he had a trick up his sleeve? " Q paved on, shouting in a hushed tone seeing as though he didn't want anyone else hearing the argument nor did he even want his coworkers to learn of the predicament that led to it. " Man, you saw how fucking fast his cousin ran! What in the hell made you think he was gonna pull some shit with you when his own fucking cousin was outta there faster than you could count to the damn number ten!" Quincy finished as he placed his hands on his hips as he repeatedly analyzed his surroundings in search for incoming people.

"Look I didn't know what the hell he was gonna pull out! He could've easily reached for a gun and shot me! In that moment I-I just thought about my wife. . . she's waiting for me at home you know!. . . she's waiting up for me. I didn't want to leave her hanging. . ." Aaron uttered with sorrow dancing throughout his low tone of voice.

"Was that supposed to make me feel sorry for you? Was it?" Q challenged causing Aaron to answer with a "no but I was just saying. . ." Allowing Quincy to continue off of that. "Well don't say shit! What you fucking did was wrong! What? You thought that boy didn't have anybody waiting at home for him? Huh? You don't think he got a little sister or brother waiting up for their Pharaoh? Oh- oh or maybe he had himself a girlfriend waiting for him to call her little house phone? You don't know! He had friends waiting for him to enter the school building on Monday. . . he probably even betted money on who would win that big boxing fight. . . probably was on the honor roll. . . probably on the basketball team. . ." Q retorted as he slightly dazed out at the end of his speech. He couldn't help but wonder what Pharaoh's life was like and how it could've been, even if he tried he just couldn't help it. Quincy knew that boy had a life to live and he couldn't help but feel apart of the reason why it ended.