Broken Crayons Still Colour

Chapter 14

~Emma's POV~

When I reached Master Henderson's office, he was already standing at his door. "Why are you late?"
"My teacher kept me back. He's worried about my grades."
"Okay. Come on." I followed him to his car and then we drove home. I was worried because he was talking to me as if nothing had happened. I kept calm and tried to act as if nothing is wrong.

Once we got home, Master Henderson started to make dinner. He was making something quick, so it only took 10 minutes. We didn't really talk whilst Master Henderson was cooking, I just sat at the kitchen table and watched. Once he finished we sat silently and ate. This wasn't unusual because Master Henderson likes to think while he is eating, rather than talk. Once we finished, he washed the dishes and then sat on the sofa, and I followed. He seemed very caring tonight, which I've only seen him like once before. I decided I was gonna get punished at some point for something anyway, so while he looked quite happy, I decided to ask him something that had been on my mind for a long time.
"Master?"
"Yes, Emma?"
"When you first adopted me, you locked me in the basement with no food and very little heat and water. When you finally decided to let me out a week later, I had passed out from exhaustion quite a few hours prior. You picked me up and carried me into the living room. I remember waking up to us lying in the sofa, hugging, and you were crying saying, "I'm sorry, You're going to be just fine, I love you." You were saying it over and over again. You seemed to really love me then. Why don't you love me anymore?" Master Henderson sighed and I braced myself for him to hit me in some way, but instead, he put his hand on my leg and said, "I do love you Emma. I always have, and I always will..."
"Then why do you do this to me?" I said as I lifted up one of my bandaged arms. He sighed and his eyes started to tear up. He slowly undid the buttons on the arms of his shirt, and rolled them up.
"I'm adopted as well..." All over his arms were hundreds of faded scars. He started to cry. "Everything I have done to you, is exactly what my adoptive father did to me when I was your age..." He slowly told me. "Ever since I turned 18, and was able to live on my own, I swore that I was going to adopt a child and do the exact same to them as my father did to me... You were that child." I was crying as well. For the first time, I felt like he was my father, and not just someone who I live with. "I love you Emma. I was stupid and selfish. I should never have made you suffer like I did." I was speechless so I said the one thing I had longed to say my whole life.
"I love you, Father." I hugged my Father tightly as I cried into his chest. Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the front door, so my Father wiped the tears off his face, stood up and went to answer the door. I walked behind him and when he opened the door, I saw 5 policemen at the door. The policeman who had knocked asked my Father,
"Are you Michael Henderson?"
"Yes, I am." The next thing I knew, 3 of the policemen had tackled my Father, were pinning him down, and putting handcuffs on him, while the other 2 policemen had grabbed hold of me, tp stop me from running to my Father. My Father was screaming for the policemen to let him go, and I was crying. I didn't know what was happening.
"Michael Henderson. You are under arrest for child abuse of the third degree. You have the right to remain silent but anything you do say may be used in a court of law. You have the right to an Eterny..." I stopped listening. My Father was screaming for me to run, but I couldn't. Five more men had come. Five of the men were pinning my Father down, and the other five had hold of me.

Then I saw him. Mark was standing outside the door with another policeman next to him. The policemen that had hold of my Father had tazed him and were carrying him towards the police van. Mark was coming towards me smiling.
"I did it Emma. I called the police for you. You are free now. You don't have to worry about Henderson anymore." He came towards me, as if he wanted to hug me but I just screamed at him,
"I hate you! You lying idiot! My Father's going to end up in jail because of you, and you're smiling about it! He is the only person that has ever loved me, and you're taking that away from me!" I was trying to get out of the five policemen's grip, bit I couldn't.
"What do you mean?! He abused you, he made your life a living hell! I don't understand! You wanted to be free, didn't you?!"
"Mark, he was adopted too! Everything he did to me, was the same thing his Father did to him! He is the same as me! He was alone in the world! He just wanted it to stop! It never got resolved for him, so he repeated it! It was all his Father's fault! He didn't do anything wrong!" I screamed at Mark, and then I just collapsed, and was caught by one of the policemen.
"I love you, Emma." Mark said to me.
"I hate you, Mark! I never want to see you ever again!" I screamed at Mark and I was dragged out of the house and into a different police van to my Father. It was an hour and a half to the nearest police station, and I tried to get out of the grip of the 2 policemen sitting either side of me, for 15 minutes, but they said I was resisting, so they put this mask over me, which had gas in it, making me pass out...