Dennis held my arm firmly as he led me into the living room. My steps were staggered, accompanied by a limp, and a throbbing pain pulsed in my head.
I could sense the anger emanating from him, evident in the tense silence that enveloped us as we walked.
As we entered the living room, Luna and Chelsea were already sitting on the couch, waiting. Dennis instructed me to wait while he retrieved the first aid kit.
I locked eyes with Luna and Chelsea, the tension palpable in the air.
Luna's face hardened as her gaze shifted to Chelsea, concern etched on her features. "Oh my," Luna's hands gently cupped Chelsea's face as she assessed her body. "I hope you didn't get hurt, dear."
Chelsea dismissed the concern, shaking her head. "It's okay, Luna," she sighed, narrowing her eyes. "It was not
