The Blacklister's secret (A The blacklist fanfiction)

Bum bum

I'm just finished getting dressed when Edmund announces his arrival, but I hear an additional set of footsteps follow him in.

"Hey Ed, I'm in my room." I call out to him, glancing towards the hall.

"Ok Em!" He answers.

He appears in the doorway, smiling, though his eyes are red from tears.

"How was it?" I ask him.

"It was fine, sad, but fine."

"Emma?" The deep voice of a criminal asks.

"Edmund, why is he here?" I ask, my blood freezing in my veins.

Edmund just sort of smiles sadly and walks away.

I am left with no defence against the man I once called my father.

He takes off his fedora and spins it in his hands.

"What are you doing here?" I ask him, angry.

"Emma." He sighs.

My brain decides to make a run for it, and the closest space to run is my bed.

I go for it, diving onto the floor and crawling under my bed, making sure my legs are tucked  under.

I cower in the corner, facing the wall with my eyes tightly shut and my hands over my ears.

I scream when a hand brushes against me, letting go of my ears to smack it away.

"Brat?" Comes the curious shout of Ressler, and I regain hope.

"Donnie!" I yell in turn.

I see Raymond scramble away.

The door bangs open and Ressler comes in.

"Emma? Where are you!" He asks.

"Under here." I say weakly.

He sinks to the floor and looks at me.

"What are you doing under there?" He asks, pulling me out from under the bed.

"Hiding." I answer as he lowers me into my chair.

"From who?" He asks, confused.

It is in that moment that I break down in tears.

"Hey- I didn't mean it- I'm sorry that I asked." Donald says, throwing a blanket around my shoulders and rubbing my back.

"Come on, I'm taking you out to get some lunch."