=-Amber’s POV=-
“Dale, what’s wrong with you?” I asked him because he acted differently. He seemed to be a different person from the Dale I used to interact with each day. “Wait, are you high on drugs?”
“W-what? Drugs? I don’t do drugs, Amber,” he replied with a lot of conviction in his voice.
“Then, what’s wrong with you? Look, I have known you for a long time, and you are not like this, Dale. Tell me who did this to you,” I asked while referring to the bruises on his jaw. “Let’s go inside for now. I will treat your wounds,” I told him, and he just nodded his head in agreement.
“What about me?” Melanie asked.
Actually, I have forgotten that she was sitting on the swing. My attention was focused on Dale, so I didn’t expect Melanie would stay here and eavesdrop on our conversation.
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