AXEL SALVATORE ROSSI.
“My eyes!”
Olivia screamed, her voice coming out in a throaty gasp. I rushed towards her after seeing the horrifying sight—she had splatters of the hot sauce on her face.
Panic began to set in as I desperately tried to find a way out of her pain. My ears picked up the clicking noises of Nelly’s heels. She was retreating after a sly remark.
“Serves you right.” She’d taunted before scurrying off.
“Olivia,” my voice was laced with worry and concern. “Breathe in and out. You’ll be fine.”
Her hands searched for me, blindly reaching out while her eyes remained tightly shut. I ignored Nelly and the urge to tear her down verbally.
I resorted to tending to Olivia, carefully guiding her with my hands into the bathroom.
She kept trembling unusually in my hold, and I hear
