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

Past

        

          The next day  I thought about him. I thought about my past. All threw English, Math, History. I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop. I kept reliving that moment. The forcefulness of his embrace. The feeling that he had shown to me.

I feel a lot better after crying all night in his arms.

When the school bell rings I fall from my daze and walk to my locker.

There was this guy running down the hall.
He was playing around with his two other friends.

He clips my shoulder and I crash to the ground.

"Dude watch where you are going, can't you see!!"

He continued to run the hallway. "Dumb ass!!!" I yell down the crowded hall.

I stand and brush off my pants. Some people. A teacher turns in my direction. Wondering who used such profanity.

I quickly gathered my fallen things off the floor and head towards the exit.

The sun was out today and it wasn't as cold as it usually is.

Thinking about the places I need to deliver to today.

I  think about my bike.
I didn't bring my bike today.
I would normally ride it directly to where I was dropping.

Today the drop isn't until six. So I have some extra time to myself.

As I was crossing the parking lot, dodging crazy parents who for some reason think that they are in a demolition derby.

 I get halfway across the street and this girl runs in front of me.

A bus was barreling towards her.

I didn't think. I just grab her backpack and pull her back.

She fly's into my arms. She was a freshman.

She was really small and petite with long blond hair.

"Hey, are you okay?" I yell over the large sounds of the bus brakes screeching to a halt.

"Yeah thanks a lot, if it wasn't for you I would have been road kill." She looks at me and smiles.

"Your welcome but be careful next time." I don't look at the girl after that. I just walk away.

That could have been a potential friend made, but I don't have that many friends.

 I don't think I have any at all.

I have been really alone all my life.

Well, most of my life.

After my mom died, I thought that I would go and find my father and live with him.

When that didn't happen I was sent to a foster home.

I didn't get the family who loved the kids that came in to there home.

I got sent to the kind of people who locked me in the bedroom at night.

Who would hit me for no reason at all?

One day a man came to me and asked me if I wanted a better life for myself. 

I left with him. Who wouldn't? A chance at something different.

He was like a father to me. He took care of me. He made sure I got a good education.

That past with him is something that I never want to talk about though.

He was kind and caring but he could also be heartless and cruel.

His job.

The things he did.

The things he trained me to do.

The killing I was witnessed to.

The killing I did.

I try to push the memories out of my head. Sometimes I just find myself there. 

I look around me to find that not that many students are still around.

I walk slowly,  taking advantage one of the few warmer days in the middle of fall.

When I get to the outside of my apartment, I see a black SUV parked in front of the concrete steps on the road.

I tense up.

Thinking that once again someone is in my home going through my things.

Going through my past.

I steadily walk up the many flights of steps that lead to my apartment door.

Maybe it's not even for me. Maybe it's for one of my neighbors.

I'm just overreacting, a lot of people have SUV.

I grab my keys out of my backpack and unlock the door.

I open it slowly and walk in.

There was no one here. I take a breath of relief.

I'm going crazy. 

Once I put my things down I hear a knock at the door.

I feel no dangers from his ordinary knock. (Yeah right)

I look through the peephole. It was him.
Just standing there.

I open the door and step aside so he can come in.

It was kind of awkward to see him again now that we know we are related.

I close the door. He was looking around my apartment.

Acting like he has never seen it before. 

He turned and looked at me. "Do you have any plans today," He says in his naturally deep voice.

I walk towards him.

"Well I have a drop at six but nothing else, why?"

I look up at him puzzled. My mind keeps going back to the day before.

"You don't have work today."He tells me.

"What how? Did you talk to my boss?" I walk up to him.

"Yes, he understands why you are not going into the day."

"You can't just do that. Say when I am going and not going to work."
I raised my voice but not to the point of yelling.

I stand there waiting for him to respond.

"What happened to you?" He steps forward looking deep into my eyes.

"What are you talking about?" My mind retreats back in its corner.  Regrouping for what he might say next.

"When you were in a foster home, and after that, what happened to you?"

Does he know?

How could he know there is no way for him to be able to know what happened.

I never told anyone. I made excuses. Maybe it's obvious.
Maybe I couldn't hide it if I tried.

I walk past him.

"I have no idea what you are talking about."

I say smugly. Pushing all the questions that I want to ask deep down inside where they belong.

I turn my head to look at him.

He knows and he is testing me. Why would I tell him the truth?

I know he is my dad but I haven't seen him in ten years.
I really don't know who he is now.
I have never told anyone what happened to me.
I have all the reservations in the world not to tell him.
But I feel like I can trust him. I'm scared though.
That if he knew he would leave again, and this time never come back.