Rough Love (bxb)

Take Care Of me

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My eyes started to crack open as I heard someone enter the room I was in. My eyes hurt, they were dry with tears. 

I saw Harvey. He saw me awaken and immediately rushed over to me.

"Dylan..Are you okay?" He asked, worry visible in his voice. I came to my senses to what had happened. I held my breathe before simply shaking my head. I broke down and let the tears flow out as Harvey encased his arms around my lifeless self. 

"I'm so sorry Dylan.." He breathed onto me. I gripped onto his shirt. 

"Please don't leave me.." I whimpered. 

"I won't, I promise." 

We stayed in the exact position until he finally moved. He straightened me up and wiped away the tears off my burnt cheeks. 

"The police are outside." I took a deep breath and nodded. He gave a crooked smile, the one that always brightened up my day. I was too crumbled to feel any positive emotion. 

"Are you ready to talk to them?" He asked. I nodded again, surely. He leant down and kissed my forehead. I watched him as he got up to walk over to the door to let them in. Two police officers walked, a male and a female. The male looked about 35, the sort of person who gets what he wants. The female looked about 20, she looked kind-hearted, understanding. They both gave me a sympathizing smile and drag some chairs closer to the crisp hospital bed I was placed in. 

"I'll be outside," Harvey assured me. I gulped and gave a thanking smile.

"I'm PC Naylor and this is PC Adams, I am very sorry for your loss but as you know, we have to dive right into cases like this. We will be asking you questions about your mother in general, how she had been the past few days? Simple things like that. I dont expect you to answer anything you don't feel comfortable with as it is going to be a tough ride throughout the future dealing with this. We and the hospital shall support you as much as you need," the male officer briefly told me. I slightly nodded and continued to listen.

"First of all we'd like to ask you some brief questions about your mother before her death. Were there any significant occurrences in the past few days? Had she seemed down? Depressed? Suicidal?" the female asked me.

"There were quite a few, earlier in life, my father had left our family, leaving my mother to cope with herself, myself and my younger sister. My father had returned the other day, presumably for money, belongings, I don't know, I was out at the time. The following day I had to deal with my mother and my sister, they were both broken, it didn't bother me as much as I couldn't give a damn about the sick man. I despised him, he wasn't a father to me but he was still Amy's and still a husband to my mother. The day after my mother started to drink, when I went downstairs in the morning, she was slumped on the kitchen counter, drunk. We had a small argument and she hit me. I didn't think much of it as every son gets a slap one day. But I don't know, she definitely didn't seem herself. But I never imagined this happening.." I slowly trailed off, holding my tears back.

They both nodded, noting everything I said down on a large notepad. 

"Did she seem the suicidal type?"

"She sure had her down times in life but I never thought she'd actually do anything like this," I replied.

|PC Adams pov|

His voice began to get croaky and I could tell he wanted to stop. I knew enough now. He'd given us the right amount of information that was needed. But what was wondering in my mind was that could this be a general suicide or a possible murder?

"Okay Dylan let's stop there, thank you for all that you have told us, we will be looking further into the situation soon. In accommodation terms, your sister has been arranged to be put into a temporary foster care until we find suitable care for both of you. I will not be splitting you up at all as that's the last thing I'd ever consider doing to you both. As for you, Mr and Mrs Newton have offered to take care of you for the time being. They are both qualified children carers so you will be perfectly safe with them. I promise."

I felt hope as I saw a small enlightenment on his face as I told him he'd be staying with The Newtons. This boy deserved none of this, nor did his sister. I won't let this pass as a simple suicide. No chance. 

This is different.

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