9. Chpt 8: Uncle bens death
This chapter is just Peters POV.
I just arrived home when I saw uncle Ben sat on the front. " Where have you been?" He asked.
"I was just-"
" Do you know what time it is?"
" I'm sorry I'm la-"
"Don't apologise to me apologise to your aunt." he opened the door and we walked in. Aunt May was stood in the living room. "Peter apologise." uncle Ben told me.
"Aunt May I'm sorry." I said.
" You don't need to apologise Peter your unc-" she was interrupted by uncle Ben.
" He does need to apologise," he says to aunt May. He turns to face me when he finishes,"your aunt has walked down twelve blocks looking for you late at night." He states.
" Look I'm sor-"
" You don't need to apologise. Ben don't you think your being-"
"Your defending him. You walked twelve blocks looking for him at night, you shouldn't be defending him!" Uncle Ben argues. I was getting angry now. he shouldn't need to shout. I'm not being horrible but to be honest she shouldn't have gone looking for me. I'm old enough to be out late. They kept arguing until I shouted " look I'm sorry ok!" I turned around and opened the door. " peter where are you go-" I slammed the door making the glass break.
I walked to a shop in the city to get some milk. " That's 2.07." the shopkeeper said. I got my money out and when I searched for more of my money he said again "that's 2.07."
" Yeah I know." I kept checking my pockets for money but I couldn't find any. The cashier got impatient and started arguing with me. "you haven't got enough money." he said.
"It's just two cence." I said.
" Your holding up my line get out." he said. I took back the money I had. As I stormed out the guy behind me in the line knocked something on the floor.
" Really."the cashier said. When the cashier picked then stuff up the guy took the money out of the cash register and threw me the milk I wanted to buy. I hid the milk in my pocket and walked out. The guy walked out the other door on the other side of the shop and ran across the street. I walked off ignoring the cashier asking me to help him catch the thief. The cashier followed the thief yelling " stop that dude!" When I was near the end of the block I heard a gunshot go off. I turned around and went to where the sound came from. I saw a body lying on the floor with blood staining their shirt. The person was...my uncle ben! " Uncle Ben...uncle ben...help...someone,someone call an ambulance!!someone call an ambulance!!" I yelled. I tried to stop the bleeding but it didn't work...he was gone...my uncle Ben was dead.
The police came to our house asking if my aunt knew who the murderer was, but she didn't. She was trying not to cry but you could see her eyes watering. I asked the officer if I could have a look at the wanted poster of the person who killed my uncle. "he has a star tattooed on his left wrist as well." The police officer said. I nodded and looked at the poster. When the police officers left I went upstairs.