Derek glared at the teenager with pure contempt, refusing to turn off the water as he aggressively retorted: β "I told you to move!"
Fueled by an unchecked sense of superiority, Derek dropped the hose, stormed over to the meticulously arranged food table, and threw a violent kick and sweep of his hand. The table flipped over instantly, sending the plates, cupcakes, watermelon slices, and lemonade crashing into a messy disaster on the concrete patio. The children scattered in blind panic, their crying echoing through the yard. The second police officer stood a few paces back, looking visibly uneasy, raising his hand in a weak gesture as if trying to warn Derek, but he remained helpless against Derek's reckless rampage.