Lisa’s P.O. V.
My heart was racing, but for once it wasn't because I was scared. Nervous? Yes. Scared? Not ever again, not for them. I knocked on the red door, greeted by Chris' younger brother. Why is he always answering the door? I really need to learn his name.
"Welcome to hell," he showed his youth as he spoke, stepping aside for me to enter. It was a nervous sort of dark humor he had. "He said you were coming but I didn't believe it. Why are you here again?"
"Reasons."
I don't know him well enough to trust him with my true intentions. He helped us last time, but that could have been because he just wanted someone to beat his dad up for him. I guess we'll see how he really is during this dinner.
"Reasons, sounds suspicious. I hope it's what I think it is."