Chapter5 Where is home?
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Everything was arranged. Sheldon was to be moved to the secure unit for juvenile delinquents the following morning. Emma was phoning to confirm the final details. "Has Sheldon been released from the hospital yet, is he aware of what's happening?" Emma asked. She couldn't help feeling a little sorry for him. Sheldon had never been loved in many respects it pained her to move him to the secure unit. She tried to tell herself it may be the best thing for him. She knew Sheldon had a lot of issues that his current foster family were not able to deal with. The secure unit may be able to address some of these problems but they wouldn't provide the other thing she knew Sheldon needed, love. What he really needed was a loving family who were willing to take him into their home and love him. She knew that was never going to happen now given he was seventeen.
Emma sighed when she thought back to some of the things she had read in his file. Sheldon had never been loved. It pained her to think of all the horrors he had been exposed to at such a young age. Deep down she knew no matter how much help, love and care anybody gave him it would never be enough to erase the horrors of the first six years of his life.
"Yes he has been released from the hospital though he doesn't yet know what's happening," Lisa answered pulling Emma from her thoughts.
"You have to tell him Lisa," Emma said gently. She knew it wouldn't be an easy thing for Lisa to tell him or for Sheldon to hear but she knew it would be kinder to him in the long run than not telling him and just moving him without any kind of warning.
Lisa sighed. "I know I'll tell him later, he's upstairs with his friend just now I'll tell him when he goes home," Lisa answered.
"Alright call me if you have any problems but if not I'll see you tomorrow morning," Emma said hanging up as her mind cast back to the day she came to Sands house to remove him from his family, if that was what you could call these people. One of the biggest rules of Emma's job was not to allow yourself to become emotionally involved but you would have to have been totally heartless to not have allowed yourself to feel something upon arriving to that home.
Emma walked up to the door she could hear the screaming and shouting as she walked up the path. She had been warned by her boss who had allocated the job to her that it was a difficult case. She felt her stomach churn as she knocked the door and waited for an answer.
"Yeah?" a thin man with greasy black hair snapped when he opened the door.
Emma took a deep breath. "My name is Emma Watson I am from…" she was cut off as he went to shut the door in her face but she managed to put her hand out just in time to stop him. "My name is Emma Watson. I am from the social work department. I have a warrant which gives me the authority to remove a Sheldon Jeffery Sands from this household," she said managing to push her way into the house.
The smell smacked her straight in the face as she walked in. The scene was disturbing. There was mess everywhere, empty bottles and cans everywhere, drugs and cigarettes scattered across the floor. She had seen many places like this so it didn't have the strong effect on her that it used to though it still wasn't the nicest of places to be.
She felt her stomach not when her eyes fell onto a small boy in the corner of the room. "Get the fuck outta my house you fucking posh stuck up cow," he raged at her.
Emma ignored him and walked slowly up to the boy. He had whip marks across his back and had marks over various other parts of his body. Emma didn't like how taunt and pale his skin was. The closer Emma got to him she noticed he was trembling badly.
"Fine take him I don't give a shit he's a pain in the fucking arse anyway!" he hollered.
"It's alright," she whispered helping him to his feet. They walked slowly to the car. He was clearly badly injured he was struggling to walk and was making pain filled gasps that made her heart break for him.
She got him into the car. "Everything's going to be alright," she whispered to him as she drove him away from that awful place.
Emma sighed had she really helped him at all? Could anything help him?
