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

Mom

I toss and turn all night. I had a dream. But It was more like a nightmare. It was about my mom. About the day she died. 

I woke with a cold sweat. My heart jumping out of my chest.

My eyes filled with tears.

I'm alone again like before. In the dark. 

 The mystery of my mother's murderer haunts me. 

 We were in the house waiting for my dad to get home. A car pulls up in the driveway. I ran to the window. My mother doesn't, she was moving things around.

Getting things together. She tells me to come to her. She had a look of dread on her face.

She knew.

She picked up the phone and dialed a number.  She said to "keep her safe" to the person on the phone and then hangs up.

I didn't understand then but I know now she was talking about me. The door flew open when the three men came into our home. My mother shielding me with her body. The men yelling at her. One of the men took her and threw her to the ground. I screamed.

One of the men was Russian and the other two were American. I could tell by the way they spoke. They had black ski masks on so I couldn't see their faces.

One of the men took me by the arm. My mom yelled at them.  Another man kicking her. That's when I heard it. The sound that I will never forget. The sound of one of the men putting two bullets in her chest.

My mother laying there lifeless with her blood splatted on the wall; rushing out of her body.

I stood there looking at her. Waiting for her to wake up and take me away from this place. The man standing closest to me tries to grab my hand.

I could tell that he felt sorry for what I had to see.  The masked man who killed my mom tells him to kill me.

To get it over with. He objects. Saying that I was just a child.  The third man who was not arguing gets shot in the arm.

As they drew their weapons someone slips in the back door take me in his arms and runs. I'm over his shoulder I was looking back at the house that I  would never see again.

I miss my mother every day. She protected me. She died for me. The least I can do is find who killed her. I need to find that out and make them pay.

  I have never talked to anyone about what happened. Not even my dad. I don't even know if he wants to talk about it. Is he still hurting? Is he trying to find answers?

I can't sleep. I need to talk to him. I need to know if he misses her. I need to know if he knows more than me. I need to talk about mom. This can't wait.  

I jumped out of bed still in my night shorts. I slip on a pair of Uggs and put on my coat. I don't care what time it is I need to talk.

In the dark, I start running to his house. Tears start streaming down my face. Thinking about all of the memories I have of them. Of all of us together as a family. Almost out of breath I get there.

I knock still crying. My heart pumping. My mind racing. The door opens and it was him. Still, in the clothes, I saw him at dinner in. Standing there, wet eyes bed head and short shorts. I stood there breathing hard, and all I could say was "mom".  

He moved just enough for me to walk in the door. I caught my breath. "Do you know who killed mom? Do you know why? Why they would do that?" I wipe my eyes. He was standing ten feet away from me. Not saying anything. "I had a dream of that night. It hasn't happened in a while. I need to know, do you know something about moms death that I don't?" Still silence.  

"ANSWER ME!!!!!!!!!!" I yell at him.  He walks to the closet and grabs his coat. "Come with me I would like to show you something." He opens the front door and walks out of it.  What's going on? He dodging. I followed him. We get into the car that was parked outside. It was quiet. It didn't take long for us to get to wherever we were going. Is he going to tell me? I ask myself.  I step out of the car and walk inside to what looks like an apartment. All it had in it were old boxes and junk. 

I just stand there as he turns on the light and starts looking through things. He gets one box. "Ahh, here it is."  Here is what? I say to myself. He gets out this old projection camera. Sits it on a table and fiddles with it. Retaking the video still in its two big wheels on it. "Can you turn off the light on the wall," he asks without looking at me. I turn off the light and the projection starts. It was a video of a woman and a child in a field. I walk closer to it. It was me. I was the girl.

"I remember that. It was one of the few nice days that week and mom decided to go to the park.     She had packed a picnic. I asked her to put some candy in the lunch. Of course, she said no to me. She said it would rot my teeth. Then you slipped them in your pocket and whenever she would turn around we would eat one together. It was my favorite candy." He looked up at me. "Gummy bears." He said softly.          

The projection only lasted a minute. After that, the screen went white. "I miss her so much." My words were choppy as I tried to hold back the tears. He grabs my hand and pulls me to him. He held me. 
"Your mother will always be with you. Don't forget that,"He said in my ear.