Broken Crayons Still Colour

Chapter 17

~Emma's POV~

We got to the police station at about 9am, and I went into Felix's office. As soon as I got into the room, the door was slammed behind me, and the next thing I knew, I was being pinned to the wall by a security guard. "Don't you fucking dare make a fuss today, or a swear to God you will never see your Father ever again! Do you hear me?!" I wasn't scared. He startled me, but when I realised what he was talking about, I wasn't worried at all. He then grabbed my neck and started choking me. "Do you fucking hear me?" I nodded my head, and as soon as he let me down, I calmly said,
"You know, you're not allowed in Kjellberg's office unless he gave you permission. I can easily tell him you were here, and then you'd be in big trouble. I don't even have to bother telling him about you threatening me. I probably will though." And then I left the room, to go find Felix. I ran into him, quite literally, and then I told him what happened.
"Really?! Are you okay?! He's gonna be in for it when I find him..." Felix looked really angry, so before he stormed off I told him,
"Felix. I'm okay. Don't worry about it. You have better things to do than worry about that. I just want you to get my Father home."
"Okay Emma. But if he does ANYTHING to hurt you, you can't stop me again... I have to go and question your Father, again..."
"Okay..."
"They want you back in the questioning room, but I'll come get you once I've finished with your Father. Okay?"
"Okay." I gave a little smile, and then headed back to Felix's office.

~Time Skip: 11:30am~

At 11:30, Felix came into his office and we went to the questioning room. I sat down at the table, and Felix sat down at the other side. He had specifically asked for nobody else to be in there with him, which made me more comfortable. "Right... I'm supposed to go over every question and see if you say the same answer, to make sure you're not lying and all that shit. Just answer straight so we can get this over with. Okay?"
"Yeah... Okay..."
"Okay. First question. Has you Father ever beaten you?
"Yes."
"Has he ever purposely broken your skin?"
"Yes."
"How many times has he done this?"
"I can't remember."
"Has he ever neglected you?"
"Yes."
"When was this?"
"The first week he adopted me."
"For how long?"
"1 week."
"What happened in that week?"
"He locked me in a room."
"Did he give you food, water?"
"He gave me water, but not food."
"What happened once he let you out?"
"I'm not supposed to know this, because he thought I was still asleep, but we were lying on the sofa, hugging and he was crying, saying I'm sorry, you're going to be just fine, I love you, repeatedly."
"Do you love your Father?"
"Yes. 100%. I love him more than anything."
"Does your Father love you?"
"Yes."
"Okay Emma. That's it for now." He writes the last thing on his clipboard, and then walks out of the room. He comes back in, throws me a bottle of water and says, "I'll be back in about 20 minutes. I just have to see to something. We'll get food when I get back." I nod my head and then he leaves once again.