“Don’t thank me, Lisa. I am doing this for selfish reasons. I want you to stay by my side without ever having to leave me for Chris’ place again.”
“I never want to go back there again.”
I knew she was still reeling from Daniel’s attack, not having cried about it yet. It just goes to prove my point—she was strong. She had been holding herself together, and I knew it took a lot of emotional strength to do that for the sake of someone else.
“I’ll make sure you never have to.”
I’ll keep you safe, Lisa. Always.
Lisa’s P.O.V.
Dad:You can’t keep ignoring me, Lisa. I am coming for you and your brother full force, unless I hear from you today.
Dad’s text had caused me to go pale. Davis was at a doctor’s appointment that Carter took him to. I was sitting at Davis’ house alone and utterly frightened at the prospect of Dad coming for me. My fingers hovered over my phone, deciding whether to text dad back when the front door opened.
I jumped, frightened that it was him and he had found me. My nerves were shot and adrenaline was pumping through me like a raging river, but I was ready to attack whoever crossed the threshold. I met her concerned green eyes as she stepped through, feeling myself slump with exhaustion as the sudden rush of adrenaline caused me to crash.
Izzy sported her hair in a braid similar to her dad's today. She wore a black crop top with a black choker and smokey eyed makeup. Those pink, full lips of hers frowned as she met my gaze. Her thick leather biker boots thumped against the floor as she slowly made her way towards me. Her hand was held out before her as if she was approaching a frightened animal and wasn’t sure if it would attack.
“You okay?” she asked, still slowly making her way towards me with her hand slightly extended.
“I- I thought that you were…” I sighed, unable to fully collect my thoughts.
“What?” She cocked her head to the side, pinching her brows together as she watched me carefully.
“I thought you were my dad,” I finally blurted.
“Oh,” she didn’t seem to understand why my father would cause such a reaction. How could she when her father was Davis? The kindest, strongest man around.
“He’s not a good guy,” I explained.
“I see.”
Izzy stared at me a moment longer, probably wondering a lot about me now.
"And by not a good guy, you mean what, exactly?"
"It's a long story."
"I have time." She sprawled herself out on the recliner, looking at me expectantly. I could tell she wasn't going to let this go. She was stubborn, like her father.
I sighed, plopping back down on the couch, back in the warm spot I had left. I pulled my legs up, curling up in a ball as I picked at the fringed ends of the blanket I was using. My eyes refused to look away from the white knotted ends of the fabric.
"Well, it goes back as early as my childhood," I started, finding it extremely easy to talk to Izzy. She listened attentively as I told her all about dad, all about me and Lucas and how we grew up. I had to go on and tell her about Chris and what was going on.
"That SOB better pray he never crosses my path, because I won't hesitate to show him how powerful a woman can be."
Izzy was pissed with her lips pressed into a tight line. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her parted knees, looking more like a badass than a nineteen-year-old.
"Let's go," she said, pushing herself off the recliner, causing it to rock back as her weight left it.
"What? Where?"
"We're going to visit this Daniel and beat the ever living shit out of him since Dad can't right now."
She looked over her shoulder, and for a moment, I thought I saw Davis. Her back looked strong, just like his, protective and fierce. She may be young, but she was powerful, and she knew it. I stood up, affected by her intoxicating aura. It was almost contagious. I felt powerful beside her, finding courage I didn't know I had.
"Are you sure?" I asked her, feeling nervous about doing this with Davis' daughter. Would he be mad? We won't have Carter either, or Liv, for that matter. She was at work.
