chapter one hundred and ninety.

POV tyler mitchel

"Olivia?" I hold her, resting her head on my lap. "Sweetheart, wake up!"

"What's wrong with her, Dad?" Louis asks, his face filled with concern.

"I don't know, Lou... Olivia!" I shake her, trying to wake her up, but Olivia's body is limp.

She stirs and brings her hand to her head, seeming to recognize what has happened.

"Lou, get a glass of water with salt for your sister, quickly," he obeys, rushing to the kitchen.

"Olivia," I call to keep her awake. "Don't close your eyes."

"What... no, no, no." She gets up, agitated, scratching her head and looking around.

"Olivia, calm down," I ask, stroking her head.

"We need to go," she starts speaking. "He... he's with my mom and Peter."

I stare at her.

"Sweetheart, what are you talking about?" I ask, confused.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God."

She is agitated, can't even breathe properly, looking around the house trying to focus.

I hold her arms and make her look me in the eyes.

"Sweetheart," I call her attention. "Look at m