"Ryan, seriously, do you even know what you’re doing? Do you have any clue?!" Ryan's eyes welled up instantly, and he was about to bolt when suddenly, the room was swarming with cops. They flashed their badges and cuffed everyone there, including Clara, just because she was present.
Even in the police car, Clara couldn't take her eyes off Ryan. He sat across from her, staring at his feet, too scared to meet her gaze. Clara kept her cool, but her silence only made Ryan more anxious. His hands were clammy, and he was at a loss for words until the car pulled into the station and the officers ushered them out.
Everyone got checked out. Clara was clean and got released, but Ryan wasn’t so lucky. Looking around at the crowd of young faces, Clara suddenly grabbed a broom and struck Ryan hard. The broom snapped in two, and the others shrank back, terrified. Ryan didn’t dare fight back, just curled up on the floor.
"Clara, please, stop! I’m begging you." Watching her brother like this didn’t bring her any relief; it just broke her heart even more. She couldn’t figure out how things had spiraled so quickly in just a month. Tears streamed down her face as she kept hitting him with the broken stick. Ryan shielded his head, saying nothing, bruises forming everywhere.
The police rushed in and pulled her away. "Ms. Clara, please, calm down. These kids just turned eighteen. Luckily, they're not involved in anything heavy like trafficking. We think they’ve been misled. Let us handle it; don’t hit anyone."
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