Cop ASSAULTED A Black Girl At Diner — Unaware Her Father Is An FBI Agent
Chapter 3
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Jenkins didn't see a law student exercising her constitutional rights. He saw defiance. He saw a girl who needed to be broken. And in that dark, rainy diner, Bradley Jenkins decided he was going to break her.For a long, agonizing second, Jenkins just stood there, his chest heaving under his Kevlar vest. Maya's heart was pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird, but she didn't let it show on her face. Her father's voice echoed in her mind:Stay visible. Stay calm. Let them make the mistakes."You think you're smart, don't you?" Jenkins hissed, his voice dropping to a dangerous, gravelly whisper. "You think reading a book makes you untouchable?""I think the law applies to everyone, Officer," Maya said quietly.Without warning, Jenkins reached across the table and violently swiped his arm across it. Maya's heavy textbook, her notes, her pens, and her half-full mug of coffee went crashing to the floor. The ceramic mug shattered loudly, splashing hot brown liquid all over Maya's sneakers and the hem of her jeans.Maya gasped and jumped up from the booth instinctively to avoid the hot coffee. That was exactly what Jenkins was waiting for."Hostile movement!" Jenkins yelled—entirely for the benefit of his body camera, though he had conveniently forgotten to turn it on.Before Maya could even process the words, Jenkins lunged at her. He grabbed her left arm with brutal force, his thick fingers digging deep into her bicep, and yanked her out of the booth, spinning her around with such violence that her shoulder popped loudly."Hey, stop!" Frank shouted from the counter, rushing forward. "She didn't do anything! She's been here all night!""Back the hell off, Frank, or I'll arrest you for interfering!" Jenkins roared, unholstering his Taser and pointing it at the older man. Frank froze in his tracks, his hands raised in surrender, terror etched across his face.Timothy, the rookie, stood frozen in the aisle. "Brad, what are you doing?! She's just a kid!""She's resisting!" Jenkins barked."I am not resisting!" Maya screamed, fighting through the searing pain in her shoulder. "I am completely compliant! You are assaulting me!""Shut your mouth!" Jenkins growled. He kicked Maya's legs out from under her.She collapsed hard onto the wet, coffee-covered linoleum floor, her chin striking the edge of the laminated table on the way down, splitting her lower lip open. The metallic taste of blood instantly flooded her mouth. Maya lay on the floor, stunned, her vision blurring for a fraction of a second.But Jenkins didn't give her time to recover. He dropped his full body weight onto her back, driving his knee sharply into her spine. The air rushed out of Maya's lungs in a pained gasp."Give me your hands!" Jenkins screamed, though he already had her left arm pinned behind her back, bending her wrist at an excruciating, unnatural angle.Maya was terrified, but a profound, icy rage began to bubble beneath her fear. She knew this script. She had read the case files in her father's home office. She knew that any sudden movement, any attempt to protect her face from the filthy floor, would be classified as resisting. She slowly brought her right hand behind her back.