His words kept playing in my head like a catchy song. What did he mean? Did I ever stand a chance with that guy? I was standing still by my door just thinking about it. It was just that hard to decipher, and I needed to crack the code or I would go crazy. 

It turns out the guy who snuck in was my uncle. The front door was locked. So he decided to sneak through my window, which was unlocked to his convenience. I asked him about him knocking me out. He said that was my fault, and that if I hadn't had that gun, he wouldn't have done what I did. He thought I was Hawke. I don't blame him for that though, I guess. 

So I decided to let that go. But my uncle seemed pretty...strange. He had dirty blonde hair that he had died to a caramel brown. He always had a cigarette in between his teeth, and his amber eyes were dark. He wore a tight white t-shirt and grey sweatpants, his muscles clearly shown. He would have been really handsome if it weren't for the bags under his eyes. 

He said that he was helping a homeless kid downtown. The kid was apparently harassed by his brother and ran out once he had the chance. When they met, my uncle paid for his bus ticket. The kid escaped with his life, and he escaped with a broken rib. He sighed as he rubbed his side where the broken rib was. 

Hawke apologized for what had happened, and my uncle paid no attention to his apologies. He looked at me, from the way I dressed to how my hair was combed. 

"You know something, kid?" I asked what and he rested his elbows on his knees. "You look an awful lot like your father, but act like your mother," I asked if there was anything wrong about that, and he laughed. "Jeez, kid. What do I have to do to get you to take a compliment?"

"So, sir-"

"No need for sir's here, Hawke." My uncle looked over at Hawke through his bangs. "Just call me Nathaniel."

"Well, Nathaniel," Hawke took a seat by the counter. "Don't you have somewhere to be?"

"My wife kicked me out of the house. Said that if I ever came back then I would lose more than my house keys." He walked to the closet that was by my bedroom and pulled out an old brown jacket. It went down to his knees, and I had to admit that it looked good on him. "I can't believe your mother still kept my jacket."

"I didn't know that was yours," I replied plainly as I stared at him with the jacket on. "Mom never talked about you."

"She was ashamed of me, kid-"

"I'm not a kid, uncle Nathaniel."

"Mason. She didn't like how I snuck out all the time and went with girls-"

"Because she said you were a pig and a liar and a cheat-"

"I did what I had to do to make sure this family doesn't go downhill-" 

"We didn't need to lose money to go downhill. Having you there was enough."

"Now that's enough, Mason." Hawke gave me a small glare. "Now why don't we all sit down and relax for a bit for the night."