Dale, bewildered by the escalating conflict. He noticed Eileen wincing in pain and swiftly stepped in to intervene before things escalated further.
Blinded by rage and on the brink of losing control, I raised my hand, intending to strike Dale across the face. He hesitated, momentarily stunned by the intensity of the situation unfolding before him.
“Harper Fields, what the fuck is wrong with you?” In a sudden burst of self-defense, Dale reacted instinctively, his fear giving way to a surge of adrenaline. Without a second thought, he delivered a forceful kick to my stomach, aiming to protect himself and diffuse the escalating confrontation. The impact knocked me back, gasping for air and momentarily stunned by the unexpected retaliation. An excruciating pain came from my stomach, making me bend over and unable to stand up straight.