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

My friends

"Hey, whats up?" I say giving a sweet smile.

Dembe steps out of the car. I have really come to love Dembe. He's smart and really funny. One time he told me this joke and my orange juice almost came out of my nose. I was on the floor laughing.

He walks over to us and gives me a fist pump.

(It's kind of our thing.)

"Why are we here?"I ask Red with my head turned to the water.

"I need to ask you a question?" Red said with he head tilting to one side.

I was so surprised, why couldn't he just ask me at home? I went along with it any way putting my curiosity aside. Furrowed brow and all we walked over to the bench in front of the water. Children running by and people laughing a walking. It seemed like the perfect day.

Red looked at me softly, waiting a second before speaking. "Did you know a man named Benjamin Vogel?" My mind starts racing. That man. Yes, I know that man. He made me have sex with anyone willing to pay. He would keep me high during the day so I would not be any trouble. At night, that's when I had to perform. For years that was my life. Locked in hotel rooms; From the age of 7 until I was taken.

In the split, second memory's flooded my brain. I still had to respond truthfully. So far Red has not lied to me I can't do the same to him. Not like before. "Yes, I knew him." My voice shaky yet firm at the same.

In that place, I found my two best friends Spin and, Dee. We only had each other. I know Red had his ways of knowing things. So he must know things about me being a sex slave.

The expression on his face was not surprising to me. He was testing me, to see if I was going to lie to him. Red Reddington truly does not trust anyone. Not even his own daughter. That says the same for me. I want to be truthful with him but... He is still who he is and I am still who I am. I am an assassin. I am a murderer. I'm a monster. Those are things I can never change. "I'm sorry." He says looking out at the pond. "I'm sorry that you had to know someone like that." I stand. Not looking at him. "Take me home," I say interrupting his last word. That's all I want right now. This is not the place to have such a conversation. It ruins the vibe.

I walk back to were the car was. Not looking back at Red. Looking directly at the car. It was my way out of the conversation. Out of my dad telling me he was sorry. I hate talking about my past but the more I try to run from it, the more it chases me down.

We pull up to the apartment when my phone rings. The sudden call made me a little happy. It gave me a reason not to talk to Red.

The screen read an unknown number. Wanting not to talk to anyone at the moment I answer.

I catch a quick glance at Red. He looked annoyed at the fact that I didn't just let my phone ring.

"Hello."

"Sammie isn't it nice to finally hear your voice," His voice made every hair on my neck stand on end. I could tell that he was grinning. He rarely smiles but he grins plenty.

"Jackson." When I said that Reds expression changed.

"Dee and Spin are dead.," He said harsh, fast.
"What, you're lying." My heart stopped.
"Check your text messages." I take the phone from my ear and scroll to my messages. I find two new texts from an unknown number. Both with attachments. Blood. My two best friends throats cut open. Red looks at my phone and looks at me. I put the phone back to my ear. "What was your reason for killing my friends!"

I felt like I wanted to reach through the phone and kill him there.

"Oh, Sam my reason for killing your friend Is just because they are traitors, instead of doing their job they go and try to find you. I was only doing the right thing by ending their lives. I'll see you soon since you are planning to kill me right."

I paused couldn't do anything. Dee and Spin are dead.

Jackson hangs up the phone. I drop my hand to my lap. The whole car was quiet.

"Sam." That's all my father could say before I started to get out of the car.

Knowing that I was hurt Dembe followed closely behind. Red was the last to come into the house.

I didn't want to talk to anyone. I went straight into the room. I didn't want to see anyone. I didn't care. Red trying to catch me before I went into the room. But all he got was a door in the face. He knocked a few times and called my name before giving up.

  It's too late. They're dead. I can't believe it. Jackson is stronger than me. He's more ruthless. Why should I even try to fight him? I need to end it all. I should just die. Jackson will just do it later on if I don't do it now. I'm not giving him that. I'm going to end it.

About what seemed like hours later I walk out of the room. Red was sitting on the couch. But when he saw me standing in the middle of the hallway he stood up. " Sam," He said.

"I'm gonna take a shower okay. I won't take long." I open the door and walk in. I turn the water in and take off my shirt and pants. I walk over to the medicine cabinet and take a razor out of it. I turn off the water and sit inside the tub. The water was warm. It was so quiet. So empty. I carve straight lines down my arms. Blood dripped on the floor and in the tub of water. Soon enough the now clear water was red. I pull my face under the water. Everything went dark.