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Officer Jenny pressed closely to Guzma’s back with great hostility, tightly forcing the handcuffs onto his wrists. Her small frame hid immense strength Guzma didn't know was possible of someone her size, and this became apparent to him as her forearm was applying a lot of pressure across his back. He arched it the most he could so his face wouldn’t press against the hot hood of the police car. He was done resisting arrest, he didn’t feel keen on fighting with an Arcanine so close to him, eyeing him up, seeming ready to use bite at any moment. Officer Jenny was speaking his Miranda Rights to him as she wrapped her hand around the chain of the cuffs, pulling him up, making their height difference highly apparent. Arcanine growled as she continued her speech, but Guzma wasn’t focused on any of it. None of it. Instead, he was focused on his mother’s face, tears streaming down like a never ending river, and his father being treated by the paramedics. They were cleaning the blood out of his mouth. Officer Jenny finished her short speech, shoving Guzma into the police car. He began to scream drunk, angry slurs and curses. Who starts drinking at 10:00am anyways?