They looked at the two of us, confused, but I pulled my arm out of Dad's grip, stepping forward. I jumped into the back of the ambulance, seeing Dad's red face as they closed the ambulance doors. I knew I was going to pay for this, but I didn’t care right now. All my thoughts and worries were solely on Davis and whether he would be okay.
I couldn't lose him.
15: Accidents Happen
Lisa's P.O.V.
"Where is he?" Liv asked as she arrived at the hospital in a panic.
"They took him back to surgery," I answered her, trying to rein in my tears. It felt useless, as I had been crying since the moment Davis got hit. It had been hours now and my tears wouldn’t seem to stop.
"What the hell happened?" Liv asked. She was scared, and it was coming out as anger.
"He was coming to me, and…he," I couldn't help the sob that left me as I recalled the car hitting him, knocking him down in an instant. "He was too focused on me and didn't see the car."
"Jesus." Liv couldn't believe it as she paced the waiting room.
I hugged myself, trying to keep myself together with my own arms. I felt ready to break as I continued to wait for a doctor to come out and speak to us.
"Hi, I got a call that my dad's been in an accident." I heard a young girl speaking to the nurse behind the counter. She had blonde hair, braided into a mohawk with tattoos that peeked just over the collar of her shirt and down her arms. She had a strong jawline and a serious look about her, with light green eyes that almost looked blue.
"He's in surgery." Liv called out to the girl.
Who was she?
"Liv! What the hell happened?" The girl asked, making her way towards us. She eyed me as she walked towards Liv. Probably wondering the same thing as I.
"He got hit by a car crossing the street. He was too focused on saving someone to pay attention."
"That idiot," the girl cursed under her breath. She stared at the double doors leading back to surgery as if she could see what was happening back there.
"He's not an idiot," Liv and I said in unison, causing all eyes to land on me.
"And who the hell are you?" The girl snapped at me, probably feeling I was invading some family moment.
What am I to Davis?
We hadn’t put a label on it. How could we when I was engaged to some other guy? All I knew was that we both loved each other. That was all I needed to know, too.
"This is Lisa. My sister-in-law and the woman your dad is seeing," Liv answered for me, seeing me struggle. The girl’s eyes widened before they narrowed on me suspiciously. Her eyes roamed my body, scrutinizing me. "Lisa, this is Izzy, Davis' daughter."
My jaw dropped as I looked at her. This was the famous Izzy. The one who Davis felt guilty over. The daughter who lost her mother and blamed her father. She was the one who never saw him, that pushed him to the side with anger.
She was beautiful and strong, just like him. Her arms were well toned, and her eyes were serious. She had a very intimidating resting bitch face, whereas I sat here looking like some broken, weak woman.
"Her?" She pointed at me, as if disgusted by the idea. "How old are you?"
"Twenty-seven," I answered, letting myself go and standing more proudly. I didn't want her to see me in my weakest state.
"Twenty-seven? Are you serious? What's wrong with you two? You're not that far from my age."
I could tell this was too much for her to handle. I knew we would run into people that would not approve of our age gap, but I didn't think one of them would be his daughter. She looked at me like I was up to no good.
"Isabella!" Liv scolded her the same way a mother would scold her child. "Don't you dare! What they have is beautiful and needed. Your father hasn't been happy in a long time. Don't you take this away from him. You hear me?"
Izzy wrinkled her nose in anger, crossing her arms before her. She looked at me a moment longer before turning to Liv.
"Whatever."
