Eva
“Levi! Please, stop!” I begged my brother as he tried to launch another punch at Johnny. Luckily, Sicily was able to stop him in time, holding him back while she wrapped her arms around his waist, soothing him with her words.
I helped Johnny up and sat him on the bed, pulling his hair away from his face and noticing his bloodied nose and a bruise about to form on his upper lip, where a cut was visible.
“I’m so sorry,” I sobbed while he took me in his arms, rubbing my back to comfort me. Sicily took Levi out of the room, leaving us by ourselves as I went to the bathroom and grabbed some tissues and rubbing alcohol.
“Why don’t you go talk to him? I’ll take care of my face,” he said, grabbing my hand to squeeze it in reassurance. He was trying to give me courage, and he h
