My Dad Is A Criminal( Fan Fiction of the Blacklist )(Rewritten)

Dad

     

        I had a dream a nice pretty dream.  About rainbows and butterflies. Which is really weird for me. I'm not the kind of person who would dream of rainbows and butterflies.

Right at the end a giant unicorn came out and bowed to me.
A freaking unicorn. I mean really. It was all majestic and had little sparkle fairies all around it. The part that almost made me heave was when the fairies attacked me with hugs. HUGS! I turn my head to look at the clock. 11:00pm. I fell asleep at five. I needed time to not think. I guess sleeping was the best way for me to that. I have a blanket over me. Placed over me. This creeps me out more than finding a folder in my house. I take a deep low breath. He's here in my house. I can feel him looking at me. The way he did when we first met. I pull the blanket back off of my arms and chest and sit up in bed. I look at him as he looks at me from across the room.  He's standing in the archway that divides my bed and my living room. He is holding it, holding the folder in his hand. He tries to show no emotions. His face was cold and empty. But his eyes, his eyes were filled with happiness and sadness all at the same time. I saw that. I saw him. 

I tried so hard not to remember my dad. I forgot what he sounded like. What he looked like. I didn't want to remember. But now that he is here and I know the truth. All I can do is remember when I saw, his eyes. He's not Raymond Reddington to me anymore, the criminal, the killer. I want him. All the time that I have spent without him makes me want him in my life. He isn't the criminal that everyone else knows him to be. He is my Dad.

Hope you like part four!!!!!!