Who Can It Be?

…Matt POV…

If I thought that this day could not get any worse, some asshole has just struck me against the head. I can only think of one man, and god, James, better hope that I never get loose.

But as I look next to me, in a bundle on the floor completely covered in the mud, is Isabella lying in complete stillness. So with a pounding head, I push myself off the floor to go over to her.

"Isabella, wake up."

But there is no answer. Once again, I pull at her shoulder.

"Isabella, wake up."

Still no response.

"God, Isabella, fucking wake up."

The dread sinks over my body, has that goddamn monster killed her. But then I hear a loud gasp and a struggle for her to catch her breath.

"Fuck, Isabella, I thought you were…"

"Damn, Matty, I nearly thought I was."

"What the hell is going on here?"

"Matty, I think that Clay is in danger."

With that, a suffocating silence fills every corne