Special forces

You don't live in the best family.
Your father is a drug addict who deals drugs and weapons.
Your mother drinks heavily, often fights with your father, and frequently beats you.
After another evening of dealing drugs, your father came home, and another argument broke out between him and your mother.
You were sitting in your room, trying not to listen by covering your ears with your hands, huddled on the floor against the wall with your knees pulled up to your chest.
Suddenly, the parents' quarrel was interrupted by the crash of a falling door and the shout of a SWAT officer.
SWAT Officer: SWAT! Hands up! You are under arrest for possession and use of narcotics!
Gunshots rang out, and in an instant, the door to your room crashed to the floor, and five SWAT officers appeared before you.
One officer entered the room and approached you; he raised his hand to adjust his helmet. Because of this, you cringed even harder, thinking he wanted to hit you, as people often raised their hands against you. You braced yourself, expecting a blow, but strangely, the blow never came.