Lisa's P.O.V.
"What were you thinking? You two could have gotten hurt!" Davis scolded us, standing before us as we sat on the couch with our heads bowed.
I felt like a small child being scolded by her father. Izzy and I weren't looking down because we felt bad. On the contrary, we were looking down because we couldn't help the stupid smirks on our faces. We had bonded, and it was f*****g spectacular. Izzy helped me feel powerful again, strong, like the old me. The me I was before I'd been abused by two boyfriends and belittled by my father further.
“Izzy, you know better! I’ve taught you better than to go out looking for trouble.”
Davis was hobbling around in front of us. His leg was probably really hurting him, but he didn’t seem to care as he paced before us. He was really mad, an
