90 ~°~Chapter Ninety~°~

I wring my hands constantly as I make my way to Dale's room, it's already evening and he had refused to come out of his room ever since he got back from the station, Nicole was going to be charged with second degree murder and attempted murder, according to Aunt Candy but I didn't want to think about that.

Even though I take my time, Dale's door appears sooner than I had budgeted for and too soon I find myself in front of his door, lifting a shaky hand to knock.

There's no reply but I'm not surprised, everyone has been trying to get him to come out but he wasn't budging.

I lift my hand to knock quietly again, it was still early so he couldn't have fallen asleep.

"Dale?" I call out tentatively, pressing my palm flat on the door, it's still summer so I'm back in one of Virgil's shirts and comfortable shorts.

I reach out to knock again but I don't get that far, before my knuckles can make contact with the door, it swings open and Dale pulls me in.