Broken Crayons Still Colour

Chapter 15

I woke up in a questioning room at the police station. I was in a chair that had a metal strap around the middle, making sure I couldn't stand up, my feet were cuffed to a metal bar underneath the table, and my hands were handcuffed to the table. A man who was wearing a suit walked into the room and sat down across from me. "My name is Felix Kjellberg. You're not under arrest. You were resisting, so we did this for your, and our safety.
"I want to see my Father." Was all I said.
"Emma. We need to ask you some questions."
"I want to see my Father."
"You are not allowed to see him. He is under arrest and currently in questioning."
"I want to see my Father."
"Has your Father ever cut you in any way?"
"I want to see my Father."
"You can see your Father once you answer these questions Emma. Has your Father ever cut you in any way?"
"Yes. He has." I said, as I tried to get my hands out of the cuffs. My arms were killing me and needed new bandages on them.
"How many times?"
"I don't know."
"Emma. We need to know how many times your Father has done this." I pulled really hard on the hand cuffs and my arm started bleeding through the bandages and my jacket.
"Well that was stupid wasn't it. How did you hurt yourself that badly by just pulling on the handcuffs?"
"My arms were damaged before I did that, stupid." I rolled my eyes as he pulled the sleeves up on my jacket and realised I had bandages on both arms.
"I'm going to go get the doctor Emma. Stay here and don't hurt yourself anymore." Felix quickly left the room and 5 security guards came in and surrounded me. When Felix came back in, he had a doctor with him.
"We're okay now lads. You can leave." He said to the security guards and they left the room. The doctor sat down carefully unbandaged my left arm, and Felix stood there speechless.
"Did your Father do that to you?!"
"Yes." I said, straight faced.
"Why are you sticking up for him?! You would quite obviously be better without him!"
"Because I love him! His Father did the exact same things as he did to me, but for 4 years longer! It isn't his fault!"
"Please stop moving Emma. It will hurt a lot more than it already does if you move around." The doctor told me.
"I had the worst of it last night and today. It can't get much worse."
"Yes it can. Any painkillers you've had will wear off soon. It'll get worse then."
"I haven't had any painkillers."
"Really? That must hurt like hell!"
"No, not really. Not anymore. As I've said, it hurt a lot more this morning."
"How did you sleep with that pain?" Felix asked.
"I passed out from blood loss. My arms were completely dead for most if the morning."
"This will generally hurt Emma, but I'm not sure how much because you seem to have a high pain tolerance." The doctor said as he cleaned every single cut on my left arm. Felix unlocked all of the cuffs and the strap around my waist while the Doctor was sorting my arms out.
"Who cleaned the cuts Emma?"
"My Father did."
"Good thing he did. You could have died of infection if he hadn't." Felix was inspecting my right arm while we were talking.
"You have more than those cuts on your arm Emma. There seems to be hundreds of scars all over the rest of your arm. I'm going to guess you have scars on the other arm as well."
"For God's sake. I've told you all of this already. If you don't have any more questions, let me see my Father"
"Fine. If it makes you shut up." Felix said. "Steve, we're taking Emma to see her Father." The security guards come in and one of them grabs my lower arms and I flinch, which makes him grip harder.
"Felix! Get him off! Please!" I shout as I start to tear up from the pain.
"Steve. Let go." Felix said, but be wouldn't let go. "Steve! Let go of her!" He still wouldn't let go. "For fuck's sake Steve let her fucking go! Her arm is damaged!" Felix shouts as he pulls the guard off me. "You could get fucking fired because of that! I know you don't like her, and she resisted a bit at her house, but it doesn't mean you can injure her! For God's sake man! Grow up!"
"Sorry, sir."
"Come on Emma. I'll take you to see your Father." Felix was being very nice considering how terrible I was being to him.
"Why are you being so nice to me? I'm making this so awkward for you." I asked. Felix said something under his breath.
"...I'm adopted as well..."
"Oh... I see..." We went to where my Father was being held. He was being held exactly the same way as I was. When Felix opened the door, at first I was nervous, but then I remembered he wasn't going to punish me for anything anymore, so I ran over to him and hugged him tightly. I felt his tears fall on my chest.
"I'm so sorry... You're going to be just fine... I can get one of the staff from the old orphanage to adopt you... Don't think about me... I don't deserve you..." My Father told me.
"I don't want anyone else to adopt me! I want you!" We were both crying all over again. I just wanted to go back home with my Father, and forget any of this ever happened.
"We have to go now, Emma." Felix calmly said to me.
"Where are we going?" I ask.
"To your home. Your Father has to stay here but you can go home, so I volunteered to look after you."
"Okay..." I hugged my Father for the last time and whispered to him, "I'm going to get you out of this, if it's the last thing I do..." And then Felix and I left.