I Would Do It For You...

chapter 5- Coping

🍕Peters pov🍕

A very distraught Aunt May sat at the table as the cops asked her questions.

I just stood in the doorway, keeping to myself. I just couldn't believe he's gone. I cant help but think that it's all my fault. If i hadn't ran out of the house, he wouldn't have been looking for me. Then i remember the man who actually did the deed of shooting my Uncle, and know it's really his fault and he should be punished for what he did. Cops wont do enough.

As a cop made his way to exit our house, i asked for the sketch of the murderer.

"Oh, he also has a star tattoo on his left hand" he informs me, before leaving.

I make my way over to Aunt May and hug her for a while, knowing this is harder for her than for me.

🍕time skip🍕

I sit on the floor in the corner of my room. Tears flooding my eyes. I found a voicemail from my Uncle the night he had passed. Unlocking my phone, i select the voicemail.

"Peter, i know things have been difficult lately, and im sorry about that-" i stop the voicemail immediately and let out an exasperated sigh. More tears, if possible, fill the corners of my eyes.

I sit in the corner for the next 10 minutes before hearing a slight knock on my window. Looking up i see Bailey crouching outside, asking me to open it.

"Hey Parker" she greets softly as i slide up the window. She crawls through the gap, landing silently on my bedroom floor.

"I thought you could use a friend right now. I know i do" she explains, smiling halfheartedly.

All i can do is hug her. I couldn't help but feel my cold broken heart warm at the touch of her. A small smile makes its way onto my face before it leaves as we separate.

"I know its hard for you. He was like an uncle to me too and if i had just stopped him from following you out of the house that night-" she starts before i cut her off.

"Wait, you saw him leave the house... and didn't bother to tell him to go back inside. I mean, you were after me anyway?" i ask slowly.

"Well, at that moment i didn't think because i was more focused on seeing if you were okay because i was worried about you" she explains.

"It would've taken two seconds just to say those three words" i grumbled, not making eye contact with her anymore.

"Three empty words. They wouldn't of meant a thing to him" she spat back.

"Are you kidding me?" i asked incredulously. Her face turned straight as she looked at me.

"You were being too selfish to even-" she starts before i cut her off.

"selfish?!" i laugh like a maniac.

"No, no you were the one who was being selfish" i remark back at her.

"How the hell was i the one being selfish?!" she shouts in disbelief.

"He wouldnt have died if you just-" she starts but that was the last straw. How dare she blame this on me.

"Get out" i said quietly, looking at the ground.

"what?" she asked, "speak up parker" he didn't like her tone. It reminded him of Flash.

"Get out now! I don't wanna see you!" I say, more loudly this time.

She looked at me for a second before slowly retreating back to the window. I couldn't help but feel guilty. But that changed when i went back through the short conversation through my mind.

how the hell was i being selfish? i ask myself.

🍕Baileys pov🍕

As i entered my house, i noticed an unfamiliar figure standing near the kitchen table, with my aunt opposite him.

I creep closer just so i could get a glimpse of who it was.

"dad?" i whispered. I could already feel the tears swelling up in the corner of my eyes.

He turns around to face me. His long dark hair shuffling over his green eyes. He hasn't changed one bit.

"Hey sweetheart" he says smiling, making his way over to me to give me a hug. I hold on to him tightly, fearing that he'll disappear again.

"What are you doing back?" i ask cutiously as i pull away from him, wiping my eyes of the few strands of tears that escaped my eyes.

"I'm taking the post as the new chief of police" he explains while looking down at me, the smile never leaving his face.