I think that I have just fucking died.
I am staring at a man that has gone completely pale and has the fear of seven horrors in his eyes. Now, this is Harrison Dobbs that we are talking about. This man does not scare easily, but something has just got him spooked.
He takes his trembling hand to my shoulder and speaks to me with an urgent voice, "Go get Isabella out of that house."
I look at him rather confused as he starts pushing me back into the direction of my car, "What the fuck is going on, Harrison?"
"That fucking asshole…," he stumbles as he tries to get each syllable of the name over his lips. "You cannot trust... Just get Isabella out of that house." He opens my car door and urges me on, "Just get the fuck out of here, get Isabella. I will explain later."
I do not even think another minute; within an inch of a second, my foot slams the pedal to the floor, and I am from zero to sixty out of that driveway towards my house again.