At Sunday dinner, my sister twisted my wrist until the bone cracked and told me to walk it off. My parents laughed while my fingers turned purple, so three hours later a doctor looked at my X-ray and called police.

I slammed the front door shut and quickly engaged the heavy brass deadbolt.

Mrs. Chen rushed to the kitchen and grabbed a heavy cast-iron skillet to defend her home.

The corrupt lawyer began pounding aggressively on the solid wood, demanding that we open the door immediately.

He shouted that the state investigator was actually on my father's payroll and the rescue was a complete trap.

I realized that my parents' toxic influence had infiltrated much deeper than I could have ever imagined.

I dragged Mrs. Chen toward the back door, knowing we had to escape before he broke through the glass.

We sprinted across her meticulously manicured backyard and squeezed through a small gap in the wooden fence.

We ran down the narrow, paved alleyway as the sound of shattering glass echoed loudly behind us.

I flagged down a passing city taxi and shoved Mrs. Chen inside before diving into the back seat myself.

I told the driver to take us to the downtown federal building, bypassing the corrupt local authorities entirely.

I knew the FBI would not be swayed by my father's local money or Sarah's pathetic athletic fame.

We arrived at the massive glass building and rushed through the metal detectors at the front security checkpoint.

I demanded to speak with an agent regarding a massive, multi-million dollar insurance fraud conspiracy.

An older, stern-looking female agent named Miller escorted us into a soundproof interrogation room.

I laid out the entire horrific story, from the twisted wrist at dinner to the forged bank documents and the hidden policies.

Agent Miller took meticulous notes, her expression hardening with every single terrifying detail I provided.

She promised to open a federal racketeering case against my parents and my sister immediately.

She told me that I would need to testify before a grand jury to secure their federal indictments.

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I enthusiastically agreed, ready to finally destroy the people who had tortured me for twenty-eight years.

Agent Miller smiled warmly, but then she reached under the table and pulled out a pair of heavy steel handcuffs.

Chapter 5 - The Corrupt Setup