"God fucking damn it," Nick's Uncle cursed, seeing the return of Nick.

At four in the morning.

Yay.

Nick felt his anger rise, his right eyebrow twitching madly at the words of the old bastard sitting in a beaten down recliner chair. Nick slammed the front door shut, a loud echo ringing throughout the small run down house.

Nick looked like shit.

He was chard by a tazer in placed that a man should never have to go through. His hair sticking in so many different directions that one would think he had just hopped out of bed. His clothing tattered and torn with what smelled to be canned beads, but looked like something that canned beans would make a human being projectile shit the next day.

"Thanks for answering the phone, Unk." Nick hissed through his gridded teeth, his knuckles turning white from the amount of pressure he was applying to them as he balled his hands into fist. "Being locked up was fan-fucking-tastic ."

His Uncle took a sip out of his canned beer; his blood shot eyes locked onto the T.V. before him.

"You find a job?"

Nick bit his bottom lip as he felt one of the strings in his mind snap.

Hold.

Hold..

Hold…

"Yes…Yes I did…you fucking punk ass, bitch…"

Nick watched his Uncle to see if this had any effect on him at all. But, all that came from it was a long squeak that Nick assumed was a fart of some sorts.

Nick's shoulders slumped as his ego fell apart from the seams.

"I-I'm going to bed," Nick mumbled, waving his hand at the whole entire thing before him. He just wanted the day to end. "Where am I sleeping?"

There was a long pause from his Uncle as he took a swing of his beer. Nick's eyes seemed to lock onto the beer can this time, his mouth watering with hunger for the amazing liquid that was cheap ass beer. He didn't care if it was cheap beer or not. He just needed some god damn beer to forget all the shit he was dragged through that day. Just get shit faced drunk and pass the fuck out.

'Oh sweet Mary Mother of Jesus do I want to get fucking plastered tonight…'

"Over there." His Uncle answered after pulling the beer can away from his greedy mouth, pointing towards a hallway that led to the kitchen.

A door was place on the left side of the hall, his baggage laying inches next to it. Nick took a deep sigh, a small smile etching on his tired looking face. Maybe things were looking up for Nick. He thought he was going to be suck sleeping in the same room as the little brat.

Trotting over to his room, Nick paused a moment to flip off his Uncle and make vile jesters behind him, his Uncle being none the wiser. If Nick could, he would have grabbed the cheap ass lamp that was sitting on a table next to his Uncle and beat the shit out of him with it to the point he was a bloody pulp.

'But noooo. Good old Nick has ta' kiss his ass and bear with the shit. Prick…'

Nick trotted over to his room, grapping the door knob to enter his room and opening it-

Nick froze in complete udder shock.

'You've gotta be shitting me…'

"I can't sleep in here!" Nick snapped, green eyes widening in horror.

"Why not? The little shit has before. Even did some magic once…"

Nick felt his left eye twitch madly.

"That was Harry Potter, you stupid fuck!" Nick snapped, throwing his hands out in rage. "Do I look like Harry-Fucking- Potter!? I ain't sleeping in a god damn closest! No god damn way!"

His Uncle rolled his bloodshot eyes as he made a noise of disgust hearing his needy nephew.

"Just because you were locked in there for a little when you were a snot nosed brat…"

"IT WAS A WHOLE NIGHT!" Nick corrected, pointing an accusing finger towards him. "AND I'M NOT DOING IT AGAIN! NO!"

"Then you can sleep outside."

Nick froze hearing this, his mind weighing the two.

"This is some bullish," Nick hissed, walking into the closet and slamming the door behind him.

Don't worry. I'm alive some.

:l