My forehead hits something hard and draws me away from my clouded thoughts. With a continuous ringing in my ear, I looked up to see Dexter with a concerned expression on his face.
“I was going to watch you hit yourself on the pole but thought better of it,” He murmured, swatting his hand into the air. The back of his palm was really red, and I realized quickly that he had protected my forehead with his hand. “What’s wrong? You didn’t hear me even when I called you several times.”
Grabbing his bruised hand, I squeezed it tightly.
“I’m sorry! Does it hurt? Are you okay? I’m really sorry.”
My step-brother drew his hand from me, chuckling. “It’s fine,” He replied, walking forward a few paces ahead. “Just tell me what you were thinking about. You were really busy up there.” He pointed to my
