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."

She marched off to sit in a chair in the corner away from us.

"Don't mind her. She's always in a bitter mood with loud opinions on everything." Liv tried to comfort me, but it wasn't working. "Let's just sit and wait for someone to tell us what's happening."

Hours passed before someone came out to talk to the three of us. They told us that Davis' right leg was broken and had been repaired in surgery. He had a concussion, some internal bleeding, and some broken ribs, but that he was lucky considering what had happened. I didn't feel like he was lucky with how hurt he was, but the doctor knows best, I guess.

"You can see him one at a time if you like."

"I'll go," Izzy said, getting up and heading to the doors before the doctor. Izzy reemerged rather quickly only ten minutes after she had gone in. "He's fine, so I'm heading back home. I have shit I need to do."

My heart broke for Davis at seeing how little love and affection his daughter held for him. I wished I could repair their relationship, but I don't know her that well to try to help.

"I'll go ahead. That way you can stay with him the entire time once I leave," Liv told me, squeezing my hand.

I nodded at her, letting her go in. Was this how she felt when Lucas had his car accident? I had gone in first with mom so I could ease my worry almost instantly, but Liv was the last one to go in and see him. She must have been so scared as she waited out here.

Liv took longer than Izzy, which I was both happy and upset about. I was ready to see him, but I was glad that he could have time with her. Liv finally came out thirty minutes later. She held the door open for me and led me to Davis' room. She squeezed me in a tight hug before waving without a word.

I stepped into Davis' room, seeing him laying down and staring out the window. I rushed to his side, grabbing his hand and sitting in the chair that had been moved to sit beside him. He looked at me differently, and it made me worry. Was he mad at me for making him get hurt in a way?

"Come here," he said, breaking the silence as he patted the bed beside him. I carefully crawled into bed next to him, letting his arms wrap around me. I cried again. Stupid tears won't stop. "I'm so sorry about Izzy. Liv told me what happened. I hope you know that I'm serious about you, whether or not Izzy is accepting of us."

"Davis, I am so sorry. You're hurt because of me, and now I'm going to cause another rift between you and your daughter."

"Don't worry about that. I don't blame you for getting hurt. That's entirely on me and my stupidity. I didn't see the car when I came towards you. Lisa, thank you for coming with me. Thank you for leaving behind your dad and staying by my side. I may be a little broken right now, but I'll still keep you safe. Now tell me what happened in Chris' house. I saw how scared you looked when I saw you. That's kind of what made me not pay attention to anything else. Tell me it all, Lisa."

His hand rubbed my arm gently as he spoke. He knew something had happened. He could tell from just looking at me. I swallowed, feeling the tears build up in me again at the memory of Daniel trying to trap me in the bathroom. Davis held me close, somehow making me feel stronger. I took a deep breath before I began recounting everything to him.

"I'll fucking kill him. Just wait until I get better. He'll never touch a woman again," Davis seethed his threat through gritted teeth. He was absolutely furious.

"I still can't believe it. I mean, what kind of guy wants to sleep with his son's fiance? It's disgusting." I shuddered at the thought, still feeling his hands on me.

"I've got you now, Lisa. He'll never get to you. You did so good, my little warrior. You fought him and escaped him. I am very proud of you, Lisa."

His words were mending my heart, making me feel better. His praises were something I didn't realize I needed to hear. He was giving me strength I didn't know I still had in me.

"Thank you," I whispered, nuzzling my head further into his chest. The rhythmic beat of his heart calmed me further.

He was okay.

"I love you, Lisa. You're my world, and I won't let anyone hurt you."

"I love you, too, Davis. Please take care of yourself, too. I can't lose you."

"I'll be more careful. I am sorry I scared you."

I shook my head no at him. He shouldn't be apologizing to me. It's the other way around.

"No, I'm sorry you got hurt having to come rescue me. One of these days, I'll be strong and you won't have to worry about saving me."

"I know, Lisa. I know that day is coming soon." He squeezed me tight, making me feel whole again.

"Do you think the hospital frowns on sex? I feel like I can't sleep unless you're inside me," I admitted, making him chuckle.

"Yeah, Lisa, I am sure the hospital would be unhappy with us if we did such a thing." I sighed, knowing he was right. "I promise once we leave here and I get you back home, I'll stay buried deep inside you for as long as you want."

"As long as I want?" I looked up at him with a brow arched, seeing his handsome smile.

"As long as you want," he confirmed.

"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, our house 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?"

He seemed unsure of how to answer my third and most important question. I pushed against him harder, causing the wall to slightly crack behind him. He squirmed as I hurt him.

"Dad, that's enough!" Izzy yelled at me. "I'm not a little girl anymore. Let him go."

She sounded pissed, which I was just fine with. She may be nineteen, but she didn't need to be fucking around with guys. Especially not little weak men like this who wouldn't be able to protect her should she ever need it.

"Davis, she's right." Lisa surprised me as she sided with my daughter.

I turned to see the two of them standing side by side but six feet apart. They both looked at me with their arms crossed. Izzy was furious, but Lisa was concerned. I grunted in frustration, shoving him back once more for good measure before releasing him. He fell to the floor, hurrying to Izzy's side. He lost more points in my book, if that was even possible, as he cowered behind my daughter.

"Izzy, you know the rules," I reminded her.

When she was here, there were no boys over. If she decided she wanted to be with someone, I was to meet with them before they started something. I wanted to make sure they were a good man before they dated my daughter. She was all I had left of Grace, and I needed to keep her safe as my only daughter. I loved her, even if she hated me right now.

"Again, I'm not a little girl, Dad. I'm an adult now, and I don't have to follow your stupid rules."

"Like hell! Adult or not, you're still my daughter. You'll follow my rules, Izzy, or I'll hunt those boys down myself and meet them the same way I met Neal here. Tell me, Neal, was it worth it?"

He was a coward.

"Don't answer that," Lisa surprisingly directed him. "You're being unreasonable, Davis."

Lisa marched up to me, her eyes locking with mine. She lifted herself on the balls of her feet and whispered into my ear.

"If he answers no, you'll make him hurt your daughter, and for what? To prove a point? That's not how that works. If he answers yes, then you'll be solidifying their relationship. That's not a smart question, my Viking."

Lisa was right, but I hadn't thought of that in my determination to make a point.

"So how do I handle it?" I whispered back.

"Neal, why don't you and I go to the kitchen and make some coffee while these two talk?" She turned to Neal with a warm smile, gesturing towards the kitchen. "I'll take care of him. You take care of her. Remember to be kind and gentle like you are with me," she whispered before heading out.

Could I be kind and gentle right now?