Nick stared more at the door as the smoke from his cigarette descended into the clouded sky above him. This was the first time Nick had ever really been to his Uncle's and Aunt's house. Hell, the last time he seen the two was Christmas time when he was twelve. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as the top of his blue Mohawk rubbed against the Casil's front door.

The memory was still pretty fresh in there.

"Who the fuck would forget?" Nick mumbled under his breath. "It was nightmare, being the only kid in that hell. With the fake smiles and pops locking me in the closet so the adults could have their party time." His eye twitched as he wrapped his arms around his skinny frail body. "And pops forgot about me in the closet. I was stuck in that bitch for a whole god damn night 'til the next morning!"

His cigarette burned out, knocking him out of his rant. He had some problems with small spaces still do to that tragic night. That and he hated Christmas and told little children that Santa wasn't real. Nick took a few good deep breathers to recollect himself before knocking on the door once again. He stood straight and brought his knuckles to the door, a hallow noise coming from doing so. He stood waiting for Todd or his depressing Uncle to come answer the door, but no one came.

He slouched and groaned in disbelief.

"The little brats not going to let me in, is he?" Nick slammed his head against the front door, leave from the gutter falling upon him. "I hate my life…"

He took one deep sigh, and then took a couple steps back to get a good view of the front of the house. Nick glanced around the ground, pick up a small rock and aimed for a window on the top floor. He had no other choice…

He threw the rock at the window, hitting it dead in the center to his luck. But what wasn't his luck was the fact that the rock smashed the window, breaking it into pieces.

"Fuuuuuck." Nick dragged out, face palming at his shitty ass luck.

Nick dropped his hand and stood in place, his heart dropping at the cruses that were heard from inside the room that were surely his Uncle's. Nick looked around, hearing a small voice, to see a little child standing on the sidewalk near the road, oohing at what the twenty-four year old had done. Nick glared at the child in rage, not really liking the commentary she was putting on. Seconds later, the shadow of his Uncle emerged from inside, glaring down at Nick.

Nick gulped at this, his mind racing to find a way out of the trouble he was about to get in.

He pointed to the little girl on the side walk, laughing at Nick now.

"She did it."

His Uncle icy stares turned to the child, as an on slot of words a child should never hear sailed through the air.

The following was said to the child of the age of five:

"YOU LITTLE BRAT! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE HELL YOU JUST COST ME?! I BET YOU DON'T EVEN FUCKING KNOW WHAT THE YOU'VE DONE! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY YARD, YOU FUTURE GOLD DIGGING BITCH! GOD DAMN IT! ALL OF YOU ARE NOTHING MORE THAN MONEY GRUBBING LITTLE SHITS!"

Tears rolled down the little girl's cheeks as her face became as red as a tomato. She pointed to Nick and said with fear and sadness drenched in her voice, "Meany!" Nick laughed at the little child as she dashed down the road, her cries following shortly behind as she called for her mommy.

Nick smirked to himself, pride running in his veins from getting back at the little brat. His Uncle's blood shot eyes landed onto Nick, wiping the smirk off his face in seconds flat. His Uncle leaned out the window a bit.

"Who the hell are you?" He asked rudely, venom dripping in his words. "My stupid cunt of a wife's drug dealer?"

Nick was taken back at this. He had forgotten how much his father was just like his Uncle .Hard asses with a depressing streak that made the most religious of men start to drink and think of committing suicide.

"Well, they are brothers…"

Nick cleared his throat and stood straight, saying shortly after, "No. It's your nephew, Nick Casil. I'm here to move in with your family. My father, your brother, called you last night about it?"

Nick's Uncle stared at him for a moment.

Nick growled in anger, saying, "My father didn't call you, did he?"

"If he did I would have never agreed to taking in another black hole that eats money out of my wallet. But he didn't. Fucking bastard, dumping his deadbeat kid on my lap."

Nick stared at his Uncle for a little longer, his unlit cigarette hanging from his bottom lip.

"So… that's a no?"

"Get the fuck off my lawn!"