Chapter 1966

As the group was already disappearing from our sight, the police arrived. Mr. Carter stepped forward, immediately ordering his men to clear the wreckage of the destroyed ships and remove the bodies scattered across the dock. The sky was already getting dark. With nowhere else to go, Cyrus and I had no choice but to follow the others. At first, I thought we'd gotten away with it, and they hadn't noticed us sneaking under their car. However, that illusion shattered the moment we hit the road. Mr. Foster, the one behind the wheel, slammed his foot on the gas. By the time we screeched to a stop, both Cyrus and I tumbled onto the pavement and puked. Mr. Foster climbed out and looked down at us with a smirk. "What, can't handle a little speed? And you two thought you could fight us? Come back when you're not puking after a joyride." I groaned, dry heaving. Cyrus wasn't much better off. Meanwhile, Mom and Dad had zero patience left. Mom stepped forward. "I let you two go, and yet her