Blake's POV
I've always been good at picking locks, one of the perks of being a drug dealer I guess. It was about 3 o'clock in the morning and it didn't take me very long to pick the lock on the front door of Roger Davis's house. I want to see my daughter, it's my right as a parent. I slowly pushed open the front of the door, I had figured that Elizabeth's bedroom must be upstairs when I watching the house yesterday. I slowly crept up the stairs and walked to the second story. I know that I have to be careful because Roger Fucking Davis filed a restraining order against me. I felt very lucky when I found Elizabeth's bedroom on the first try, I slowly tip-toed into her room and found her sleeping in her bed. She looked so peaceful when she was sleeping, I hesitated on what to do next but I wanted to touch her so bad. I put a finger on her cheek and started stroking it. About twenty seconds into it, Elizabeth's eyes opened and her eyes widened with fear when she saw me and screamed. I ran out of the room, down the stairs and out of the front door into the night.
Roger's POV
When I heard Elizabeth's scream, My eyes opened and I tore off the covers and ran down the hall to Elizabeth's room. Before I got there, I saw a dark shadow run out of her room but I couldn't see who it was because the hallway was dark and it was nighttime. I decided to not chase after the shadow, I rushed into her room and took my sobbing and frightened daughter into my arms.
"Sssh, It's okay. I've got you." I whispered to her rocking her back and forth.
"It was him." She said in between sobs.
"Who?"
"Blake." she sobbed.
I drew away, and looked at her tear-streaked face. "That's not possible, we filed a restraining order against him. He can't come near you or he'll get arrested. He knows that."
"The guy is bat-shit crazy! He obviously doesn't care!" She exclaimed.
"Did Blake touch you at all?" I asked.
Elizabeth said "All did he was stroke my face. When I woke up, his hand was on my face and he was stroking it."
Fear and Anger squeezed my insides, "I'm going to call the police and let them know what happened okay?"
"It won't do anything." She said in a flat voice. "He'll still try and get to me."
I turned around, and hugged my daughter tight and whispered to her "I'm not going to let him get you, okay?"
"Okay." She said, looking up at me.
I kissed her on the forehead and walked out to call the police.
Author's Note: Last two probably weren't my best. It'll get better! Promise