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. ...