"Can you stop drawing in that damn note pad and get the door?!" My uncle snapped. I rolled my eyes. Why he was being such an asshole I had no clue, He'd been fine yesterday. I rolled my eyes and got up, the heels of my cowboy boots clicking against the hard wood as I walked to the door. I opened it. I had no clue who this guy was. "Who is it?!" My uncle snapped.
"Keep snapping and your going to wake up with a damn tattoo going across your face. I don't give a damn if my parents sent me up here or not! Your not going to keep up with the shit!" I was getting tired of being yelled at by him. "Your here for my ass of an uncle, aren't you?" I asked, my bangs easily falling into my face since I had my hair down.
I sighed softly hearing my uncle drop a pan on the ground, he cursed and then something hit the wall, shattering. I was not picking that up. "Well I'm sure you know where he is. Just duct. He's been throwing things since he woke up." I added and stepped out of the way to let him in.
"Keep threatening me like that and we'll see what happens to you after that." He warned. I walked over to the kitchen as he threw something else at the next to where I was now standing. The kitchen was covered in shattered glass. I raised an eye brow before I shrugged and went back, grabbing my notebook and heading up the stairs to set it in my room.