After storming out yesterday I feel bad. I know that's what I wanted.
I wanted for him to butt out and stop asking. The only thing is that I do kind of owe him an explanation. I'm the one who had the folder, the one who had his packages, and the one who everyone thought was dead.
I really don't have an explanation to give. I have no idea how any of this happened.
I walk over to my dresser open my top drawer and shuffle around for a pair of socks.
I'm going to act like nothing happened, and if he brings it up then I will address it when the time comes.
Yeah, that's my plan.
Perfect right.
I haven't seen Red since then.
I might stop by his place on my way from school today.Not to see if he's mad at me. Not that at all, but just to see if he's okay that's it. This seems really contradictory to me. But that's how to feel.
I take a last look in the mirror before heading out the door.
"I still really hope
he's not mad at me."I say to myself while walking out of the door.
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My Dad Is A Criminal( Fan Fiction of the Blacklist )(Rewritten)
FanfictionRaymond Reddingtons dead daughter is alive. What happens when they meet?