"All day!" I said confidentiality. I want to feel him stay inside me for a full day, only slipping out to use the bathroom or eat.
"Damn, I like the sound of that."
We both drifted off to sleep, wrapped in one another’s embrace. I felt a hell of a lot better with him by my side. Now to just nurse him back to health.
Davis' P.O.V.
It took a couple of days, but I was finally released from the hospital. Lisa had received a dozen phone calls from her dad, Chris and even that son of a bitch, Daniel. I swear I would castrate him as soon as my leg was all healed up. He has got a few months to use that pecker before it would be gone. He better enjoy them.
They each left voicemails I would not let her listen to. No, I listened to them instead. Chris was spewing threats along with her dad while Daniel professed he did nothing wrong, and that she was just denying her inner desires. Each message twisted my stomach and fueled my anger further.
Lucas texted me late last night while Lisa slept on my chest. He told me that his father was on a rampage and had already tried to get Liv fired. I wasn't sure if we could handle this the legal way anymore. I was not sending Lisa to that house ever again. They could all go fuck themselves, or better yet, each other. They're all sick bastards.
"You ready to make good on your promise?" Lisa asked me as she wheeled me out of the hospital towards her car.
"Extremely."
The thought of being home with her and being buried deep inside her was the only thing keeping me going through my hospital stay. She was everything to me, and it pleased me to know that she enjoyed me just as much as I enjoyed her. My heart swelled when Lisa disobeyed her father so openly and ride with me to the hospital. My memories were fuzzy, but I could remember that part clearly.
She drove us to my house,ourhouse really, as I refused to let her out of my sight. She was not going back to that apartment, and certainly not to Chris' place either. As we approached the house, I saw Izzy's ‘69 cherry red Mustang parked in my driveway.
Oh boy, here we go.
I knew this would not be good. Izzy was a spitball of fire. She was stubborn and opinionated with little regard for my feelings or that of others. She says it like it is. Pride filled me knowing she was confident enough to do so, to be herself despite what others think. I just wish she could be nicer. I couldn't blame her, having failed her as a parent.
"Who's car is that?" Lisa asked as she drove past it into the garage.
"Izzy's" I sighed, already feeling the headache coming on.
"Oh, um, what do you want to do? Do you want me to go so you two can talk? I don't know what you want to tell her about me, but I'm okay with disappearing for a few hours if you need me to."
Lisa was worried. I could see it in her body language. The way she chewed at her cheek and her eyes darted around. She didn't realize it, but that was actually a good quality to have when worried. She was observing her surroundings without even realizing it. It could come in handy if you're ever in a bad spot during a fight.
"There's no reason for you to leave, Lisa. This is your home now." I squeezed her hand, assuring her I would not send her away, never.
"Are you sure? I don't want to drive you and your daughter further apart."
"You won't. If that happens, it's because of me and her, not you."
I knew Izzy was going to have a lot of questions, and I would answer them all as long as she promised to be nice. We would see how it goes.
Lisa got the crutches out of the car and met me at the passenger side with them. The crutches were uncomfortable under my arms, but I dealt with it. I forced myself inside, with Lisa closely behind. She opened the doors for me.
"Izzy?" I called her name.
"Shit," I heard her panicked voice in the distance. One I knew too well.
She was in trouble.
I dropped the crutches instantly, knowing full well they would hinder me. I hobbled my way to the living room, where I had heard her voice come from. The pain radiated up my leg with every step I took, but I couldn't care less. I was on a mission and there was no stopping me.
When I entered the living room, I saw him lifting his pants. The guy was small, not a challenge at all. I grabbed him, pinning him against the wall with my forearm against his neck.
"Davis!" I heard Lisa yell my name in surprise, but I was too furious to care. This man had his hands on my daughter.My daughter!
"Who are you? Why are you at my house? And what gives you the right to touch my daughter?" I asked him furiously. The kid looked ready to piss himself, but he swallowed down his fear and answered my questions.
"I'm Neal. Izzy invited me over. I guess I have the right because she gave it to me?"
