"There are so many police sirens daddy"

You stood on your tippy toes,

trying to peer down through the glass windows

at the city traffic below,

police cars swerving in and out of lanes

to get to a crime scene.

"Come away from the window doll"

He told you lowly,

sitting on the end of the bed with a cigarette,

his elbows resting on his knees as he lit it.

noticing you looking at him suspiciously,

he raised an eyebrow at you.

"What?"

He scoffed.

"Why are ya looking at me like that?"

"Did you do something daddy?"

You asked him curiously.

"Do what?"

He searched your face.

"Did you do something bad and now the police

are coming for you?"

You questioned him worriedly,

clutching your favourite stuffie to your

chest for comfort.

"What the fuck?"

He looked at you like

you were being unreasonable.

"I'm right here.

How the fuck could I be doing anything huh?"

"But-"

"Uh"

He cut you off,

warning you with his intense blue eyes,

his arms reaching out to you and

pulling you between his legs.

"I don't wanna hear anymore of that shit,

alright?

I'm grown,

you're not,

don't worry about it"

"I don't want you to go to prison daddy"

You whispered,

an irritated sigh leaving his mouth.

"I'm not going to fucking prison"

He rolled his eyes at your innocence,

the way you would worry all the time and pick up on every little thing.

"Daddys always gonna be here hm?"

"Mhm"

You nodded,

a low chuckle leaving his mouth as he placed his cold hand on the side of your face,

kissing you firmly.

"You go get ready for bed alright?

It's past your bedtime little girl"