I sit at the dining table waiting intently for my father to come home. He works as an director at a game shooting club. I sit twiddling my thumbs, still waiting. *ding dong* I hear the doorbell and a knock on the door. 'Olly' my mother calls 'answer the door'. I do as I'm told and answer the door. There is a tall dark, rather odd looking man standing in the doorway. 'Hello' I say with a hint of disappointment in my voice. 'I'm Oliver and who are you?. 'Well young sir I may be whosoever you want me to be,' he replies 'Peter Mufwyn at your service'. 'Nice to meet you sir, but why do you choose to come to my home?' I say in a confused tone.
He still hasn't told me why he is here and I'm beginning to become irritated.
'Ah Master Aaron , I am here to see yor mother. I'm a good friend of hers.'
I don't want to let him inside, what if he hurts her, what if Da sees Mam with another man. Oh I can't think about this any more, but what do I do... idea!
'Ma theres a nice man at the door, he wants to speak to you.' I yell at the top of my lungs. Something about this Peter is fishy.
Mam quickly ran down the stairs and greeted Peter warmly, and then they both quickly ran up the stairs
I walk back into the dining room and sit back at the table. I hope my ma is all right. I sit for about ten minutes then hear the front door swing open
Sqeakily.
'Da!'I yelled at the top of my lungs hoping that my mother might hear.
'Oliver' my father said in a rough scratchy voice. 'I have something for you'
He places a rather heavy item wrapped in towels onto my lap.
'Unwrap it' he says looking like a young child on Christmas Day. It's a gun. I Inspect the gun ignoring my father's words. I only heard one sentence that he had said.
'Son, Guns don't kill people. People kill people.'
