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Emma was sadly forced to go to her parents. She begrudgingly didn’t have any excuses this time around. So off she went down the street to her impending doom. Backpack over her shoulders she walked into her parents’ flat and cringed. “Where is mum?” Emma asked her father who was sitting on the couch. “She went out for a bit.” Logan answered his daughter as he turned his attention to her. “Oh…” It was obvious that she wasn’t overly happy about that fact. Though she began heading to her room. “When you’re done putting your stuff in your room I’d like to talk.” He told her. Emma didn’t say anything on the matter and proceeded to head to her room. Putting her stuff next to her bed she thought of every reason why she shouldn’t walk back out into the living room.

Despite all the thoughts telling her this conversation her father wanted was going to end horrible, Emma walked back out into the living room. Walking over to her father she stopped at the couch. “What do you want to talk about?” She asked waiting for the impending doom. “I just wanted to talk. Like how was school? How did your exams go?” Logan began to ask her. “Why… Why do you even care, about any of that?” Emma questioned defensively. “Cause it involves you and your life.” He answered. “You never cared before. You haven’t ever since you threw me out. If you did maybe you’d do what you said you were going to do. Maybe you wouldn’t nitpick at every little thing I say.” Emma momentarily ranted.

“I do care Emma and I haven’t been nitpicking everything you say.” Logan replied trying to keep himself level headed. Course that was hard, they both had quite the emotional imbalance. “Then how do you explain last summer?” Emma asked defensively. Her anger and frustration beginning to get the better of her as the lights began to flicker. “No Emma. I was just being a realist.” He told her. Noting the flickering of the lights a visible look of fear could be seen on his features. Emma picked up on it right away it caused her to snap. “You’re afraid of me. You’re afraid of the fact that I’m a witch. That I can do magic… and you hate me for it!” She shouted. “You’re right, I am afraid but not of you. I don’t do well with things I don’t understand magic is one of them but I have never hated you for it.” Logan tried to explain. “You could have learned about it, mum learned about it, but you didn’t want too.” She retorted.

“I’m like that girl that murdered her whole class at a school dance in some horror film.” Emma added still very frustrated that her own father would look at her like such. By this point tears were welling up in her eyes. “I know that M.” Logan replied a bit on the quiet side. “The way I treated you was wrong… and I’m sorry… I should not have taken it out on you.” By that point he had found his gaze at the table, his look of fear now a look of pain and regret. “The worst part is if you don’t hate me for that then you probably will for like the same sex.” Emma added the tears finally falling from her face. Looking up at his daughter his look of changed to one of surprise and shock. “What…?” Was all he managed to get out as the lights stopped their persistent flickering.

Emma looked at her father taking a few deep breaths. It was evident that her deep breathing had stopped the flickers. “I’m gay.” She answered as if she hadn’t said it simple enough. “When did you find this out?” Logan asked her. “Two years ago… when I was fourteen.” She answered taking a deep breath. “Is there...” Her father went to say before being cut off. “Is there anyone? No. I liked someone but they didn’t like me that way.” She told him seemingly defeated. “I’m sorry M. There are other fish in the sea.” He told her. “I know…” Was all Emma managed to say. “Emma, could we possible start things over?” Logan asked his daughter. “I really do want to make things right with you. If you’d let me.” He added. After a moment Emma gave a light nod before finally sitting down on the couch. She could give him, one more try. After everything they’d admitted to each other perhaps there was still some hope left.

With: Each other...