The intense pain lodged in my head was palpable. I could feel warm fluid flowing slowly down my forehead into my mouth. I swallowed inadvertently and it tasted fishy.
Dale looked so terrified but he froze in place. There was no one in sight was offering any help. Eileen lifted her hand again and I closed my eyes.
“Stop!”
The baritone voice of a man sounded from afar. The anticipated pain didn't come. Then I heard the sound of something heavy falling with a loud thud and it rolled. It wasn't Dale's voice. I strained to look towards where the sound came from and saw a person in a police uniform approaching.
Eileen stood up hurriedly and pointed at me. “Officer, this woman has committed violence against animals. She tortured my boy to death. If you need more, he can be my witness,” she said, then glanced towards Dale.
Dale fell silent as his eyes swirled with the police officer's. He quickly averted his gaze, looking nervous. “Good evening, Officer Fields,” Dale greeted after clearing his throat.
That was right. This man and I share the same last name. The officer in front of us was Ryan Fields, my brother, Dale's brother-in-law.