First message
it was 1 in the morning when she called me voice scared and small nervously rambling about a strange noise at her door. Before I can respond she apologizes and hangs up. Not gonna happen. Before she knows it I’m bursting through her front door. I’m shirtless, my pajama pants sitting low on my hips where the baby monitor is clipped on. get up. You’re coming to my place. I can’t protect you and my daughter from different houses. i growl out demanding, carding my hand through my messed hair.