21 Hit Me, I Dare You

Lisa's P.O.V.

"To what do we owe this visit?" Daniel asked once we were all sitting at the table.

Daniel was at the head of the table with Dad on his right and Chris on his left. I was sitting beside Dad with Jared across from me. I listened closely, trying to find the right times to speak to anger them all.

I know, stupid idea. I never said this was a smart plan, but it was a good one.

"Lisa has finally come to her senses. She said she wanted to apologize to the two of you today. I told you she would realize she made a mistake." Dad sounded so pathetic as he tried to appease Daniel. He was desperate to not lose that half of his company, and right now Daniel held all the power.

"Is that right?" Daniel smirked at me, watching me from the rim of his glass as he took a sip of his white wine.

"Go ahead, Lisa, tell them what you came to say," Dad encouraged me. Little did he know that I was about to make a speech that would make all three of them want to hit me. I took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for the abuse I knew I would endure.

It would be for the greater good. Nothing you haven't endured before. You got this.

I placed my fork down, looking into Daniel's eyes first. Might as well start with the big and mighty one. He seemed harder to break than Chris and Dad.

"I'm so sorry you have dark, twisted fantasies I didn't want to be a part of. I am terribly sorry that you haven't sought help for your obvious mental issues. We can't help what diseases we're born with, but I really suggest you seek professional help. You could clearly use it with your grand delusions and rape-y nature."

The look on his face…priceless.

"Chris, I am sorry you have a dad like that. It's no wonder you came out so rotten. I am sorry you're so selfish you can't even tell when a woman is enjoying herself or not. I promise your little maid isn't enjoying you nearly as much as she's enjoying her own fingers. It seems you never learned how to have sex properly with a woman. I am not sure whose fault that is, but I am sorry they taught you so wrong. I am also so sorry your dick isn't as masterful as you think it is. Like your father, you also suffer from grand delusions and lack of emotional control. I suggest you see a therapist soon, but it may already be too late for you. Who knows?"

I took a swig of my red wine, gulping what little I had left down. I stood, placing my cloth napkin over my plate to show I was done. Dad grabbed my wrist, pulling me back down to my seat.

"Lisa! You will not make a fool of me here. Sit back down and apologize properly. Grovel if you must, but you're not leaving here until you are forgiven by each of them." Dad was pissed, tightening his grip on my wrist. I knew there would be a bruise there tomorrow. I wiggled my hand around, trying to loosen it, but it was useless. He wasn't letting go.

"Seems we will all be sitting here forever, then," I snarled.

"It's alright Idris, leave her here with us. We'll get our apology from her one way or another."

For a moment, I thought Dad was worried for me, but I knew I was the one being delusional now. He scooted his chair back, causing it to scrape against the hardwood floor in protest. He let my wrist go, getting up and leaving me alone with these men. The one I wanted to hit me most did no such thing.

"You're such a fucking coward, Dad." It was my last attempt at goading him. It seemed to work as he turned, striking me in the face hard.

It stung, but I smirked under the cover of my hair that now hung over my face. He did exactly what I wanted him to. I grabbed my cheek, rubbing it as I let my smirk fall. My eyes met his with a fire, showing him I wouldn't break under his abuse any longer. He seemed stunned for a moment, but then he turned and left as if none of it had even happened.

Mandy still hadn't shown up, and now, with Dad leaving, it was too late. I was alone with Daniel and Chris, and as much as I wanted to believe that I was strong enough to fight my way through this, something told me I couldn't fight off the two of them.

I got up, ready to leave as well. With Dad's strike to my face, I felt it was high time I got out before anything bad happened. Jared stood as well, looking at me with deep concern. Daniel suddenly laughed, looking between Jared and I.

"Do you want to fuck her too, Grayson? You've always been such a shy boy. I don't think you could handle this one, though. Best to leave it to the men at the table." He held his drink up to his son as he finished it, getting up from his chair as well.

"He's more of a man than either of you."

It seemed I was still on a roll.

"Is that so?" Daniel stepped closer, coming around the table towards me. I didn't step back. As much as I wanted to, I willed myself to stay, to not back down. "Grayson, are you more of a man than me?" he asked him without taking his eyes off me.

"No, Dad," Jared answered, sounding very strained. I felt bad for him, realizing he was probably abused by this man often. If I could even call him a man.

"See, Lisa. He knows he's not, so don't try to teach my son otherwise. You'll only steer him wrong."

"The only one steering anyone wrong is you," I spat at him, causing him to stop just short of my chair.

"Grayson, how about you go to your room now and close the doors behind you? Your brother and I need to finish this meeting with Lisa in private." Again, he spoke with his eyes solely on me. He refused to let me out of his sight, eyeing me with determination. I'd be a fool to miss the gleam of evil in his eyes.

Shit, this was too much.

"No," Jared surprised us all.

Good for you, Jared.

"Excuse me?" Daniel finally looked away from me, gazing at Jared with absolute rage. "I think you've forgotten yourself, Jared. Leave, now."

I looked at Jared as well, seeing a young man so frightened but willing to stand up to his dad for the sake of a stranger. For me. I couldn't let him get hurt, so I would do what I do best, and just take the abuse they dished out.

I literally asked for it.

"I'll be fine, Jared. You've seen me." I winked at him, hoping to ease his troubled mind, but he lingered a moment longer, obviously not convinced. "Please go, I'll be fine."

I eyed my phone that was at the center of the table near his, hoping he would understand to take it. Maybe he was great at picking up hints and could see that I was begging him to call someone on my phone. Literally anyone on there. Thank god, that for once something went my way. He picked up on my hint, grabbing my phone and leaving without his father noticing.

"I'll be right outside the door. If I hear anything, I'll call the cops," he threatened his dad, to which he only responded with a deep chuckle.

"No, you won't, son. You never do."

Oh, Jared.

I watched as Jared slid the doors closed, maintaining eye contact with me the entire time. The moment those doors closed, Daniel's hand was wrapped around my neck, pinning me down against the table.

"I believe I am owed an apology. You can either use your words, or I'll use your body."

My heart felt ready to explode as adrenaline shot through me. I would not let this happen to me. I would not allow him to touch me like that ever.

"You'll get neither from me," I strained to say as his grip around my neck was constricting.

"I was hoping you'd say something like that." Daniel gave me the most wicked smile I had ever seen. It sent a chilling fear through my body, making the hairs on my arms stand. "Chris, come hold her hands."

Like hell.

I lifted my leg up, pushing him off me with my foot on his chest. I slid up on the table as he took a step back, releasing my neck. Only I was met with Chris's hands, now grabbing my shoulders and holding me down. I swung my legs up, lifting my hips, and thanking god for my years of gymnastics that have kept me flexible.

I folded myself over, kicking Chris in the head. My body spun as he let go of my shoulders. I stood on the table, running towards the door. My feet broke a few plates as I pushed hard. I couldn't fight them both off me at the same time. I was not that experienced yet.

I need to get out.

My face hit the cold hard wood of the table with tremendous force as my ankle was grabbed, pulling my legs out from under me. I felt the blood gush out of my nose and the familiar taste of metal filled my mouth as my teeth sank into my cheek. I turned with a groan, kicking at the hand that gripped my ankle until my other leg was grabbed as well.

I wiggled as hard as I could, sitting up and trying to punch them. My mind was in a panic, forgetting everything I had been taught. I couldn't reach them from my sitting position, missing them with each punch, only further exhausting myself.

"Let me go!" I yelled.

"Chris, get the door, before your brother comes back in," Daniel ordered him, sounding angry that I had yelled.

Chris let go of my ankle, but not until Daniel had a hold of it. They were smart, almost as if they'd done this before.

Was this their sick way of bonding?

Chris locked the door, and for good measure he tied his belt around the doorknobs, keeping them closed shut. He turned to face me, looking so pleased with himself. He seemed almost excited as he approached me. The color left my face, as my fate was ultimately sealed. I had only myself to blame. I took it too far, played it unsafe. Now here I lay at the mercy of the two most vile men I know.

And I thought my dad was bad.

"Lisa, Lisa, Lisa," Chris tutted as he came towards me.

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.