Our Girl

Till I Collapse

*Levi's POV*

Here I am, at another party. I wasn't really in the mood but because we won last night, the team Captains and so called heroes of the game had to make an appearance.

Colson and I weren't going to stay long. I tried to get Liv to come out with us but she didn't feel up to it and I didn't blame her.

I wish she wasn't hurting as much as she is. If you ask she'll say that she's fine but we all know she's far from it. What happened to her is going to take a while to get over.

I wanted to help her through this but I'm not even sure how I could. I beat her attacker so bad that every time he ever thought about doing something like that again all he would see was my face. But even that didn't seem like enough.

Ever since the attack she's been having nightmares each night. And each night I would run into her room calming her out of her hysteria.

She missed school and practice all week. We were somehow able to convince our Mom that we thought she had the flu. We even lied to Sawyer about why she was missing everything. Olivia wasn't ready to tell anyone and we respected her wishes.

My sister's one of the strongest people I know. I just wish she wouldn't try to deal with this on her own. Whether she believes it or not, she's going to need to talk to someone about what happened.

After her breakdown last night after our game I'm not sure what to think. I managed to patch up the hole in her wall before our Mother saw it. We no longer had the peach color paint she used to paint her walls so Colson drew her a picture of the Eiffel Tower, put it in a frame, and then hung it over the patched up hole.

Being at a party is just a stark reminder of everything that could go wrong in one night. How it could change everything. The thought makes me nauseous.

Colson and I were with Nikki and Brittany in the kitchen with some of their friends. Their high pitched voices are great for cheerleading but can be too much in any other setting.

I pretty much stayed in my own little head bubble listening to the music playing, that was until Courtney, one of their friends, said something that caught my attention.

"Wait! What'd you just say?" I asked.

"I said the race was great."

"That's nice but I meant before that."

"Oh, his red Lamborghini purred so loud."

"When was this?" Colson asked.

"Um... last Friday." She giggled and continued to tell the story.

I drowned out the rest of whatever Courtney was saying. My mind was going to a place I wanted it to stay far from.

"How many football players drive a red Lambo?" Colson spoke so only I could hear.

He asked the question but we both knew the answer.

We divided to conquer. We began to search all over the house for the lowlife.

After a few minutes of searching, my phone went off in my pocket. Colson had found him. Another text rang in.

Colson: I want to beat him till I collapse.

Colson wasn't alone. My Father always told me 'What doesn't kill you makes you stronger', and this asshole was going to need all of the strength he could get, because I'm going to kill him.

I joined Colson outside around the fire. His eyes never left our prey. We were out for blood. This was beyond personal. He messed with my Little Sister. A deed no one in their right mind would do.