When he was close enough, I pulled back to punch him, landing one right on his cheek. He stumbled back for a second, placing his hand over the spot. His eyes narrowed and his face contorted with pure rage. He went to punch me, but Izzy's training seemed to finally surface to my brain, allowing me to dodge it. Daniel watched as he kept his hands on my legs, preventing me from escaping. Although the belt on the doorknob was enough to slow me down, even if I got away from his grip.
"Don't be such a bitch, Lisa. Just apologize," Chris said, stopping his attempts to punch me.
For a very brief moment, I thought maybe Chris didn't want to go through with this. Maybe he was telling me to apologize because it would mean this wouldn't happen. At this point, I don't think Daniel was going to turn back. I was wrong as my eyes met the growing bulge in Chris' trousers. He was getting turned on by this.
"Like I'd ever apologize to either of you."
"Have it your way, then."
Chris went back to trying to hurt me, just like that. Daniel helped him by pulling on my legs, causing me to fall back onto the table. I rolled to my side as best I could, letting my leg lift off the table for just a moment. Daniel quickly pinned it back down. My head tapped on the plate before me, giving me a brilliant idea. Grabbing the smooth ceramic plate, I threw it right at Daniel's face. He let go of my legs instinctively as he went to block his face. I used that moment to roll off the table and fall onto the floor. I stood up and took my stance with my fist raised to my face.
I won't go down without a fight.
The walls vibrated with a loud noise, drawing all of our attention. It sounded as if it had been dropped on the ground.
"Lisa!" Davis' voice reached my ears.
"I'm in here!" I yelled back.
There were so many emotions running through me, knowing he was just on the other side of the door. I felt ashamed for being so stupid and letting this happen. Relieved that he was here to save me. Mostly, I felt like a failure and unworthy of the man that stood behind that door. I knew he was going to be mad at me for getting myself into this situation.
Davis tried to open the door, realizing he couldn't, he banged on it. The banging only intensified as I realized he must be ramming into the door. Trying to break it down. The doors craned as they gave way to his strength. None of this seemed to affect Daniel, as he didn't slow on his advances. He really thought that I was weak, but I would show him.
When he reached for me, I pushed his arm, jabbing at his diaphragm. He winced but didn't fall over the way he did with Izzy. I spun around him the way Liv does in the ring. But that was a stupid idea. I was not Liv, and I was not used to that. All I did was make myself a little dizzy, but I avoided his punch, at least.
"Hold on, Lisa, I'm coming!" Davis yelled, obviously trying to keep me motivated.
The doors fell to the ground with a loud thud that echoed all around the room. His eyes landed on me before they murderously looked at Daniel and then Chris, who had apparently been making his way towards me from behind. It seemed he was going to attack from behind like the coward that he was.
"You dared to attack her? To touch what is mine?" Davis' voice boomed with confidence. "I won't let you off easy. You'll be lucky to survive."
He was being assertive and unwavering as he threatened Daniel and Chris. He left no doubt in anyone's mind that he intended to go through with his threat. When he grabbed the knife off the table, my heart seized. Yes, Daniel and Chris deserve to have their asses handed to them, but the thought of Davis turning into a murderer for me did not sit well with me.
"Davis, no," I formed the words, but it was too late.
Davis hopped over the table and immediately attacked Daniel as Jared fought with Chris. I was not sure when Jared snuck up on him, but he sucker punched Chris right in the nose. Daniel fended off the knife, but Davis was ambidextrous. He punched with the same force, no matter which arm he used. His fist landed deep in Daniel's side, making him grunt in pain.
Davis was relentless. This was a side to him I had yet to see. It was dark and gruesome, with bloodlust clear in his eyes. He really wanted to kill Daniel. The scene struck fear in me. I think this was the first time I had ever feared Davis. I knew he'd never hurt me, but the Davis before me seemed like a completely different man.
It was stupid, but I stepped forward. I don't want Davis to kill Daniel. There would be no going back after that. He'd go to jail and ruin his life because of me. I couldn't let that happen. I reached out, grabbing the wrist of the hand that held the knife.
His other hand was grabbing Daniel by the collar and lifting him off the ground a few inches. Sometimes I forget just how strong Davis is. His eyes met mine as he noticed me grabbing him. There was a hurt as he gazed at me, probably wondering why I was stopping him.
"You can't kill him, Davis. I don't want you to become a murderer because of me. Please, just take me home, Davis. Please."
He stared at me for the longest time, as if I was the only person in this room. After what felt like an eternity, he sighed and nodded his head, dropping the knife.
"I won't kill him, Lisa, but I will seriously hurt him. I understand if you don't want to see this. Wait for me outside."
With that, he turned his attention right back to Daniel, who he now threw back, causing him to hit the corner of the fireplace mantle. Daniel groaned in pain on the floor as Davis marched towards him again. He was like death, slowly approaching its victim. The body shoved into my side distracted me from watching Davis any longer. Jared had been pushed into me by Chris, losing the fight between the siblings.
I guess today was the day I beat the crap out of Chris.
22: The Cleaners
Davis' P.O.V.
After today, there was no way Lisa would leave my side ever again. I won't lose her, not the same way I lost Grace. I didn't want to show her this dark side of me, but it was impossible to hold it back after what I'd seen when I came in. She was hurt, and he was about to attack her again. I could see the hunger in his eyes as he looked at her. He wanted her body and there was no way in hell I would ever let him have it. He would learn today to associate looking at her with absolute pain.
