章節 39: Chapter 39: Tension Rising
As the days passed and the court date loomed closer, the tension in the detention center became almost unbearable. The guards were on edge, the detainees were restless, and every interaction felt like it could explode into violence at any moment.
Cole kept to himself, focusing on his workouts and keeping his distance from the underground fights. But the pressure was building, and he could feel it. The others were watching him, waiting to see if he would crack.
One evening, as Cole sat in the gym, going through his usual routine, a group of detainees approached him. They were older, bigger, and their expressions made it clear they weren't here for a friendly chat.
"You think you're better than us, Matthews?" one of them sneered, stepping closer.
Cole didn't look up, his focus on the punching bag in front of him. "Not interested."
The leader of the group—a tall, muscular guy with a buzz cut—smirked. "That's not what I heard. Word is, you're walking out of here soon. Think you can just leave us behind?"
Cole's jaw tightened, but he kept his voice calm. "I'm not looking for trouble."
"Too bad," the guy said, his smirk widening. "Because trouble just found you."
Before Cole could react, the guy swung at him. Cole ducked, his instincts kicking in as he dodged the punch and stepped back. The others moved in, surrounding him, their fists clenched and their eyes filled with malice.
For a moment, Cole's mind raced. He could fight back. He could take them down, just like he had done before. But he knew what that would mean. One slip, one fight, and everything Helen had worked for would be gone.
"Walk away," Cole said, his voice low and steady.
The guy laughed, shaking his head. "You think we're scared of you?"
Cole stared at him, his fists clenched at his sides. "I don't care if you're scared. I care if you're stupid."
The guy's smirk faltered, and for a moment, Cole thought he might back down. But then, without warning, one of the others lunged at him, fists swinging.
Cole dodged the first punch, but the second one connected, a sharp blow to his ribs that knocked the wind out of him. He stumbled back, gasping for air, but he didn't fight back. He couldn't.
The others moved in, fists flying, and Cole did his best to block the blows. But there were too many of them, and the punches kept coming, each one harder than the last.
Cole gritted his teeth, refusing to let them see him break. He wouldn't fight back. Not this time. Not when freedom was so close.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the guards showed up, pulling the other detainees off him and dragging them away. Cole collapsed to the ground, his body aching from the beating, but his resolve still intact.
He had done it. He had walked away.
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