Chapter 3 - Margaret Screams In Rage As Handcuffs Snap Shut
The cold metal of the handcuffs clicked sharply as Officer Miller secured them firmly around Margaret’s wrists.
“Get these filthy cuffs off me right now! My son will sue this entire police department into bankruptcy!” Margaret screamed.
She thrashed violently against the restraint, her navy blue blazer twisting awkwardly around her arms in a frantic struggle.
Tyler stood paralyzed beside the brown leather sofa, his heather grey athletic t-shirt soaked with nervous sweat.
He stared at his mother in profound horror, unable to reconcile the woman he knew with the violent aggressor before him.
“Mom, stop fighting the officer! You literally just threw my pregnant wife across the living room!” Tyler shouted angrily.
Margaret glared hatefully at her son, her face turning crimson with absolute rage and betrayal.
“You are choosing a nobody over your own flesh and blood! You ungrateful, spineless coward!” Margaret spat viciously.
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Officer Miller ignored her furious tirade, guiding her firmly toward the front doorway of the suburban home.
The heavy front door swung open, revealing the police cruiser waiting in the sunlit driveway with flashing emergency lights.
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