Forced Into Love (Mike x Vincent)

Part Twenty//Panic! Attack//

Scott's P.O.V
I carry Vincent into the pizzeria...The poor kid has been through so much in the past week. Just as we walk in I put him down on my bed.
"I'm so sorry all of this happened to you." I sigh.
"It's not your fault." He shakes his head.
"I know." I shrug. "But I'm still sorry."
"Vincent I was wondering-" I'm cut off by a knock at the door.
"I got it." I get up and open the door. It's the police.
"Are you Scott Cawthon?" He asks in a deep voice. I nod.
"Listen I know I shot that guy but he was about to slit this kids throat and I couldn't just let him." I shake my head.
"No sir we are completely aware of that...Um...How do I say this..." He pauses.
"What? What is?!" Vincent asks anxiously and gets up.
"Vincent it's okay calm down." I look at the police office. "Go on."
"The uh...The man you shot...We don't exactly know where he is..." My heart sunk.
"He...He didn't die?" I ask in shock. The police officer shook his head.
"He was only shot in the back. It didn't hit his spine or anything." He sighs.
"No no no no no." Vincent shakes his head and starts to breathe extremely heavily.
"You had to say it in front of him?" I growl getting somewhat angry.
"I'm sorry sir. Excuse me..." He turns to Vincent. "Where are your parents?"
"No please don't call him! My dad...he'll get so mad at me." He breathes heavier.
"Listen I get it but your parents sort of have to know what's going on." The officer sighs.
"No please. Please just...Call them later not right now." He begs.
"Fine." The officer looks down.
"Can't you find the man I shot?!" I snap suddenly.
"We're afraid we don't know where he is or where he's heading." He sighs.
"Oh god.." Vincent grips his own shirt and paces around.
"Bullshit!" I curse.
"Sir I'm gonna ask you to calm down." He says calmly.
"Fine I-" I turn towards Vincent who was literally panicking gripping the sheets on my bed.
"Vinny calm down." I run over to him.
He shakes his head and pushes me away, breathing dangerously heavy.
"Vincent!" I yell and hold him. He shakes in my arms. "It's okay. It's gonna be okay..." I told him it was going to be okay...
"No it's not." He didn't believe me.
But how could I blame him?
I didn't believe myself either...