Roxanne
“Daxon, don’t you think you’re overreacting?”
“No, I really don’t!” Daxon exclaimed as he packed his suitcase. “We’re not staying here!”
“This is our home!”
“And it doesn’t feel safe right now! You have a stalker Roxanne! He was in our house! He scratched my face off of pictures!”
“We’re already leaving in a few days, Daxon.” I pointed out.
“I don’t care. I don’t want to sleep here. I refuse to wake up and see somebody standing over me with a knife.”
I sighed. “Okay, you’re right.”
I heard sirens. We had called the police and they actually were coming in a timely manner. I was surprised and yet grateful.
Daxon hurried down to greet them and I followed him. There was a knock on the door and he opened the door.
“Hello sir, I’m Officer Moore, we’re here to respond to a br
