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

Present

The question came into my head a lot lately. The question of the folder. How it got to my house, how it found me. I am curious about it. Thankful for it as well.

If it wasn't for it telling me the truth. I don't think I would never know. I would have never found my dad. I know I shouldn't but.
Sometimes I think of my past.

I think that maybe someone from my past did this for me.
Thinking that maybe that the thing I was running from, for a year and a half might come back.

Might find me again. I know he is not dead. Last time I saw Jackson he was beating the crap out of me.
Teaching me a lesson. I know what I could do. If it was anyone else I would have killed them. 

But not him. I couldn't be afraid. Jackson is the only thing I have ever feared in a long time.
I try to push the fear away. Saying that its irrational fear.

It won't go away.

Deep down I know that if he would find me, I was dead. My past is just that My past.

But it just might become my present.

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