Not your fault

4. Smile

What do I do...? What am I supposed to do...? Dad......

Virgil's thoughts ran like a treadmill, yet he couldn't seem to move his body. He tried to wrap his arms around the strong hold on him, but he felt paralyzed. He could hear words, but not what was being said. His vision blurry, except for the site of his lifess mother. He tried to speak, but his voice came out jumbled with odd letters. The hold on him shifted, Virgils arms seemed to have been shifted and there was now and arm on his lower back and an arm slithered under his legs. Suddenly he was lifted up, causing him to grip as tight as he could onto the material under his hands, but he felt weak so his grip wouldn't do much. Noise started to reach his ears, but it was all too loud, yet he still couldn't change his movements other than a curling of his hand. His mother was now no longer in his view, scrunching up his eyes, he tried to focus his vision on something else.

He shifted his head towards the person carrying him. Roman... All Virgil could do was look at the man holding him. He couldn't see where they were moving too, but he felt movement of him being carried away from that room. Virgil watches Roman's soft lips as he talks. Virgil was placed down on something soft , his legs over Romans lap, but the hold on him stayed. Roman was looking forwards as he talked, seeming to get frustrated. Who's he talking to...?

Virgil just managed to place his head on Romans shoulder and look at the other person in the room. A cop?! The cop looked towards Virgil and crouched infront of him, Virgils eyes showing pure panic and fear. Words finally forming into Virgils ears.

"He seems to be in a state of shock... Kid? Can you hear me?" Virgil gave a shakey nodd pushing himself closer to Roman.
"He seems to be recovering, slowly... but still recovering. Kid can you tell me your name?"

"V-...Vir-gil..."
"Virgil?" The cop questioned and Virgil nodded again. The cop stood back up and lent on one leg, and looked back at Roman.
"What relations do you have with him and his family?" Roman loomed at him with confidence, confidence Virgil didn't own on a regular day.

"We've been at school together for a couple years, but we met today before lessons. We are in a few classes together and there is a Drama project coming up that we are doing together." Roman looked back at Virgil who was still grasping onto his red versity jacket.
Roman noticed me...?

"So, You don't know anything about the family. Why the mother shot herself or where the father is?"

"No. No idea. Ask the lady in the house opposite, she heard the gunshot, she probably knows more. Or ask Logan Moores. Virgil and Logan talk all the time in school." The cop seemed to write the names down with a nodd before walking away. Virgil felt Roman tighten his hold on him and place his chin on his head. Virgil sighed and looked over at the front door as he saw Paramedics carrying his mother away on a stretcher bed to take her into the Ambulance to take her away. A couple seconds later, a tall man (Just above Roman) walked through the door watching the drama outside.

"Why is there...." The man looked at the two boys. High cheekbones with tan skin, brown, dark eyes and scruffy beard with messy, straight hair made the man quite hansome... but his choice outfit put you off his beauty: blue, checker shirt with grey ripped jeans and constuction boots. "Virgil....."

Virgil's eyes met the figure and his mouth dropped "D-dad....." The man ran over and crouched infront of the two teens. He was about to talk before looking at Roman.

"Who are you and how long have you known my son?"

"I'm Roman Prince. I ... only met Virgil today."
Shoot.... Roman should have never came....

"Well Roman, I'm going to politely ask you to leave." Roman felt Virgils grip on him tighten. Looking down at the boy in his arms, he shifted his arms into a more comfortable place anround Virgils waist and shoulders.