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

So What Now?

We gaze at each other.

I don't think when I get out of my bed and walk over to him.

I really don't want to think, my brain has to comprehend so much all ready.

He doesn't move his position.

Standing straight up with the folder in one hand and his other hand hanging by his side.

I get so close to him that he is only inches away.

I never noticed how much taller he is than me before that.

I had to look up at him.

An unintended tear falls from my eye.

I am mad at him for braking in my home but grateful for his presence.

I kept telling myself over the years that I never wanted to see him again.

In retrospect, I know that I was lying to myself the whole time.

We just stare at each other for what seems like hours.
I look away from his eyes and I look at his hand.
I picked it up with mine and held it.

I can feel his fingers raping around mine and squeezing them.

His hand was warm and rough just like I remember.

I cry like I have never cried before. It was quiet but the tears kept falling.

Tears fell on our hands. I rest my head on his chest. I needed to be there with him.

He drops the folder on the ground, papers of our family they fall everywhere.

He takes me into him. The embrace only makes me cry even more.

I can feel him kiss me on my head. Pulling me in more. His warmth consumed me.

I don't know what I feel. All I know is that I missed him. That I needed him.

This man that I am standing here crying in front of.

He is the one who would tuck me in at night. He's the one who took me out for Ice cream and read me bedtime stories.

I think that he needed this too. He needed to know that I am alive. He needed to know that I still love him.

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