Chapter 3: Despair
---
The dim light of morning barely seeped through the threadbare curtains, painting the walls in muted shades of gray. Abel stirred beneath the thin blanket, the creak of the old mattress breaking the heavy silence. His eyes fluttered open, greeted by the familiar cracks in the ceiling—a map of fractures he had memorized long ago.
"Another day"he thought, his mind as heavy as the air in the room. The faint ache in his muscles reminded him of the tense sleep he endured, a restless night spent listening to the muffled shouting that echoed through the walls.
"What's the point of waking up?" The thought was fleeting, not weighed down with despair but spoken in the monotone clarity that defined him. It wasn't self-pity; it was fact. The day ahead was as predictable as the one before—empty conversations, empty stares, and a quiet that never felt like peace.
He exhaled slowly, pushing himself to sit up. The room was exactly as he left it: cluttered yet barren, a paradox of too much and not enough. His gaze fell on the closed door, where faint footsteps could be heard in the hallway. They paused, then faded.
For a moment, Abel lingered in the stillness, his thoughts drifting to her—Aika. The way her eyes had searched his as if looking for something she could unravel. He couldn't shake the memory of her voice, soft but persistent. "Are you lonely?"
His fingers tightened around the edge of the blanket. "Why does it matter"
---
Abel stood in front of the cracked mirror hanging loosely on the wall. His pale white hair fell loosely over his eyes, the same dull silver strands that had earned him countless stares and whispers at school. He pulled on his uniform with practiced precision, buttoning the shirt with steady hands, each motion deliberate. The faint sound of clinking glass from the kitchen reached his ears—a sound he had come to associate with his mother's presence.
He grabbed his bag, slinging it over one shoulder as he stepped into the narrow hallway. The air was thick with the smell of stale liquor, a nauseating reminder of the night before. He paused at the doorway, his fingers brushing the cool metal handle.
"Going somewhere?"
Her voice cut through the silence, sharp and slurred. Abel turned his head slightly, catching sight of her at the kitchen table. She was slouched over, a half-empty glass of amber liquid in her hand. Her hair was disheveled, and her eyes, bloodshot and hollow, locked onto him with a look that wasn't quite anger but far from warmth.
"School"
His voice was cold with no emotion inside the word
"You think you're so much better than this place, don't you?" she said, her words dripping with bitterness. "Walking out of here like you've got somewhere important to be." She laughed, a harsh, broken sound that echoed through the room. "You don't, Abel. You don't have anything."
Abel's hand tightened on the door handle, his knuckles turning white. He didn't meet her gaze, keeping his expression as still and unreadable as ever.
"Do you even know why you're here?" she continued, her voice rising. "Because I don't. You think I wanted this? You think I wanted you?"
Her words hung in the air, heavy and venomous. Abel's heart didn't quicken, nor did his face betray any emotion. He stood there, a silent figure against the backdrop of her chaos.
Finally, he turned the handle, the door creaking open.
"You don't even care, do you?" she spat, leaning forward as if trying to provoke a reaction. "Just like your father Useless."
Abel paused in the doorway, the sunlight from outside casting a faint glow on his back. For a moment, it seemed as though he might say something, but then he stepped out, letting the door close behind him with a quiet click.
The echo of her words followed him as he walked down the dimly lit stairwell, but he didn't look back. He never did.
---
Arriving at the school gate, he spotted Aika. She was moving her head back and forth, seemingly looking for someone. Her eyes went wide as she looked at you
"Abel!"
Her voice was loud and happy she ran over to you she looks at you with smile her. Abel look at her up and down her brown short hair her rectangular glasses her petite body looking lower...Abel quickly killed that thought
"What was going on?"
He had never thought about girls about that before what was happening before he could think further Abel interrupt him
Can I walk to your class with you?
Abel blinked at her question, his expression as unreadable as ever. "Sure," he said simply, his voice low but even.
Aika beamed at his response, falling into step beside him as they moved toward the main building. She stayed close, her energy palpable as she hummed softly to herself. The morning air was crisp, and the chatter of other students created a lively backdrop, but Aika's focus was entirely on Abel.
"So," she began, pushing her glasses up slightly. "You've been kinda hard to find lately. I don't see you around much. Are you hiding from me or something?"
Abel glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. "No," he replied bluntly, though her playful tone didn't seem to require much of an answer.
"Good," Aika said with a small laugh. "Because I've been thinking... we should hang out more. You're always so quiet and mysterious. It's like you're a puzzle no one can figure out." She smiled, tilting her head slightly as if studying him. "And I like puzzles."
Abel didn't respond immediately, his silver eyes focused straight ahead. He wasn't sure what to make of her words—or of her, for that matter. The concept of "hanging out" felt foreign to him. It wasn't something he ever sought out or even considered necessary.
"Why?" he asked finally, his voice neutral.
"Why not?" Aika countered, flashing him a grin. "You're interesting, Abel. Way more than you let on. And, well..." She hesitated for a moment, her usual confidence faltering slightly. "I think we could be... good friends. Maybe more than that."
Abel slowed his pace, her words hanging in the air. "More?" he repeated, his tone devoid of curiosity but filled with confusion.
"Yeah, like, you know... closer." She looked up at him, her cheeks turning a faint shade of pink. "Not that I'm saying anything weird! I just think you're—uh, you're cool to be around. That's all!"
Abel regarded her for a moment, his gaze steady but not unkind. Aika's energy and openness were a stark contrast to his own detached demeanor, but they didn't feel unpleasant. If anything, they intrigued him, though he couldn't say why.
"Alright," he said at last, his tone as calm as ever.
Aika's face lit up again, her smile brighter than before. "Alright? So, you're okay with it? Hanging out, I mean?"
"Sure."
Her laughter rang out, clear and cheerful as they continued toward the building. "You're full of surprises, Abel. I like that."
---
As they approached the door to Abel's classroom, Aika slowed her steps, her usual energetic demeanor now tinged with something softer. She stopped just outside the door, turning to face him with a wide smile.
"Well, here we are," she said, her voice a little quieter than usual. "Thanks for letting me walk with you, Abel. It was... nice."
Abel looked down at her, his expression as calm as ever. "You're welcome," he replied simply.
Aika hesitated, fidgeting slightly with the strap of her bag. For a moment, it seemed like she was debating something, her cheeks flushing faintly. Then, before Abel could say anything else, she leaned up on her toes and pressed a quick, soft kiss to his cheek.
"See you later!" she blurted out, her voice high and flustered as she spun around and bolted down the hallway.
Abel stood frozen in place, his hand slowly rising to the spot on his cheek where her lips had touched. The warmth lingered, faint but undeniable.
"Why did she do that?" he wondered, his silver eyes narrowing slightly as he tried to make sense of the moment. The gesture felt foreign, strange—yet not entirely unpleasant.
He lowered his hand, staring at the floor as his thoughts began to swirl. *Was this normal? Do people do that?*
The hallway noise around him faded into the background as he walked into the classroom, taking his usual seat near the window. His fingers brushed against his cheek again, the sensation still fresh in his mind.
"Why does it matter?" he thought, trying to shake the lingering feeling. But no matter how much he tried, Aika's bright smile and the warmth of her gesture stayed with him, a puzzle he couldn't solve.
---
Abel sat at his desk, gazing out the window as the morning sunlight cast soft streaks across the classroom. The distant chatter of his classmates filled the air, but he paid it no mind. His thoughts lingered on the peculiar warmth of Aika's kiss, a sensation that refused to fade.
"Yo, Abel!"
The sudden voice jolted him from his thoughts. Issei Hyoudou leaned casually against Abel's desk, a mischievous grin plastered across his face. Matsuda and Motohama flanked him, their expressions mirroring his.
Abel looked up, his silver eyes locking onto Issei's with a calm but distant gaze. "What is it?"
Issei leaned in closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "We're putting together something "epic". You interested?"
Abel didn't respond immediately, tilting his head slightly in silent question.
"You know the kendo club, right?" Issei continued, his grin widening. "They're practicing today, which means they're getting ready right now in the changing room. We're gonna sneak a peek!"
Matsuda and Motohama stifled their laughter, clearly excited by the plan. Issei clapped Abel on the shoulder, as though sealing some unspoken agreement.
"C'mon, you've got to be curious," Issei pressed. "All those girls... you can't tell me you've never wondered what they look like under those uniforms."
Abel stared at him, unblinking. The concept felt shallow, ridiculous even. Yet, something about Issei's enthusiasm piqued his curiosity. Not about the act itself, but about the girls. He recalled Aika's flushed cheeks and the warmth of her kiss. *Are they all like that? Do they all feel so... strange to be around?*
Finally, Abel gave a small nod. "Alright."
Issei's grin widened in triumph. "That's the spirit! I knew you had it in you. Stick with us, and you'll see what you've been missing."
Matsuda and Motohama exchanged gleeful looks as Issei slapped Abel's shoulder again. "We'll head out after class. Just follow our lead, and don't worry—we never get caught. Well, almost never."
Abel didn't reply, his gaze drifting back to the window. He wasn't interested in the act of peeking itself, but something about the idea of understanding more about others—especially the girls—pulled at him. The way Aika had looked at him this morning, the way her voice carried warmth and nervous energy, was unlike anything he had ever felt before.
As the bell rang and the teacher entered, Issei and his friends returned to their seats, their excitement barely contained. Abel remained as still as ever, though a faint flicker of intrigue lingered in his eyes.
"What will I learn from this?" he wondered, his thoughts focused not on the mischief, but on the possibility of unraveling the strange feelings that others seemed to carry so openly.
---
The hallways were bustling as students moved between classes, their conversations filling the air with a lively hum. Abel walked silently beside Issei, Matsuda, and Motohama, their chatter dominating the space around him.
"Alright, listen up, Abel," Issei began, leaning in as if sharing the secrets of the universe. "This is going to be legendary. The kendo club girls are always in the changing room after practice, and that's where we'll make our move."
Matsuda chimed in, his grin wide. "We've scoped this out before. There's a window on the side of the building—it's perfect. All we need to do is keep low and quiet."
"And if we time it right," Motohama added, adjusting his glasses, which gleamed with a suspicious excitement, "we'll get to see them in all their... natural glory."
Issei smirked, throwing an arm around Abel's shoulder as they walked. "You've got nothing to worry about, man. We've done this plenty of times. Well, maybe not "successfully," but that's just part of the fun!"
Abel glanced at Issei's arm but didn't shrug it off, his expression unreadable. "And then what?" he asked, his tone as calm as ever.
"Then we get out before they even notice we're there," Issei replied confidently. "Easy peasy."
"Unless you're as loud as Issei," Matsuda muttered under his breath, earning a glare from his friend.
"Hey, that was one time!" Issei shot back before turning his attention back to Abel. "The point is, it's harmless fun. No one gets hurt, and we get to see something amazing."
Abel's silver eyes remained fixed ahead, his mind turning over their words. Their excitement was almost infectious, though he found himself more intrigued by their motivations than the act itself. "Why are they so obsessed with this?" he wondered. To him, the entire concept seemed foolish, yet there was a small part of him—a sliver of curiosity—that urged him to follow through.
"Why do you do this?" Abel asked suddenly, his voice breaking through their animated conversation.
Issei blinked at him, as though the question had never crossed his mind. "Why? Because it's fun! And because girls are amazing, obviously."
"Yeah," Matsuda added with a laugh. "What else could be better than seeing them up close?"
Motohama nodded in agreement. "Exactly. It's like the ultimate goal of youth!"
Abel's lips pressed into a thin line as he considered their words. He didn't share their excitement, but something about their enthusiasm stirred a faint sense of intrigue within him. "Is this what being young is supposed to feel like?"
As they neared the kendo club building, Issei stopped and motioned for them to huddle together. "Alright, this is the spot. We'll wait until the coast is clear, then sneak around to the window. Stick close, and no sudden movements."
Matsuda and Motohama gave eager nods, their grins practically splitting their faces. Abel, standing slightly apart from the group, remained silent, his silver hair catching the light as he stared at the building ahead.
"What am I doing here?" he thought, though the question lacked judgment. He was here now, and he was curious. That was enough.
---
The plan was set. Issei and his friends crouched beneath the window of the kendo club's changing room, their excitement barely contained as they whispered to one another. Abel stood a few steps back, watching the scene with a detached curiosity, his expression as calm as ever.
Matsuda went first, carefully peeking through the window. He let out a barely audible gasp before ducking back down, his face flushed. "It's perfect!" he whispered, his excitement palpable.
Motohama was next, adjusting his glasses as he slowly rose to take a look. "Oh man... This is incredible!" he murmured, his voice trembling with glee.
Issei followed, his grin widening as he took his turn. "This is it, boys! The peak of youth!" he declared in a hushed tone, his enthusiasm practically radiating off him.
Finally, it was Abel's turn. Issei motioned for him to step forward, whispering, "C'mon, man, you're up. You don't want to miss this!"
Abel approached the window silently, his silver hair catching the faint glow of the afternoon sun. Slowly, he leaned forward, his calm gaze peering through the narrow glass pane.
Inside the changing room, the kendo girls moved with ease, chatting and laughing as they changed out of their practice uniforms. The atmosphere was light, filled with the kind of unguarded camaraderie that came naturally among friends.
Murayama was the first to catch his attention. She had her back turned, her long brown hair tied up in a ponytail as she unzipped her jacket, revealing a form-fitting sports bra underneath. Her movements were quick but casual, her athletic figure toned from years of training.
Next to her, Katase sat on a bench, brushing strands of her short, bright pink hair away from her face. She giggled at something Murayama said, her laughter light and carefree. Katase's uniform skirt was tossed carelessly to the side as she reached down to adjust her thigh-high socks.
The others were just as lively, teasing one another about practice while slipping into casual clothes. Their voices overlapped in a symphony of lighthearted banter, the kind of energy that felt entirely foreign to Abel.
Yet, as he watched, he wasn't overwhelmed by excitement or desire like Issei and the others. Instead, he was struck by something else: "They look... happy." Their expressions were unguarded, their interactions natural, without pretense or hesitation.
"Is this what it's like?" he wondered. He didn't think of them as objects of desire but rather as puzzles, each of them radiating emotions he couldn't fully grasp.
For a brief moment, his gaze lingered on Murayama's smile, the way her eyes lit up when she spoke to Katase. It was a kind of warmth he had never experienced, a spark of life that seemed so distant from his own muted existence.
Then, the crash.
The sharp sound of a rock skittering against the wall snapped Abel out of his thoughts. He turned his head slightly to see Matsuda stumbling, his face pale with panic.
"Who's there?!" a voice from inside shouted.
The changing room fell silent, and the footsteps of the kendo girls moving toward the door echoed ominously.
"Run!" Issei hissed, already bolting with Matsuda and Motohama following close behind. Their hurried footsteps faded quickly down the field
---
The sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the distance as Issei, Matsuda, and Motohama bolted down the hallway, their panicked yells fading into the distance.
"Get back here, you perverts!" one of the kendo girls shouted, her voice carrying both fury and determination. A group of them charged after the trio, wooden swords raised and ready to deliver swift justice.
Murayama and Katase, however, stayed behind, their attention locked on Abel. The faint flush on their cheeks betrayed their embarrassment, but their expressions remained fierce.
"You're not running," Murayama said, stepping closer with her wooden sword still gripped tightly. "Why's that? Feeling brave?"
Abel didn't flinch under her gaze. His silver eyes remained calm, meeting hers with an unreadable expression. "I wasn't the one who made the noise," he said simply, his tone devoid of defensiveness or fear.
Katase narrowed her eyes. "That doesn't change the fact that you were peeping with them! Don't think you can just stand here and pretend like you're better than those idiots."
Murayama sighed, lowering her sword slightly. "This guy's different from the other three, Katase. He didn't even run when we caught him. Maybe he's not as perverted as they are."
Katase crossed her arms, her gaze shifting between Murayama and Abel. "Different or not, he still peeked. He owes us."
Abel tilted his head slightly, his curiosity piqued. "Owe you?" he asked, his voice calm as ever.
Murayama nodded, her brown eyes narrowing. "That's right. You're not getting off the hook just because you stood there like a statue." She leaned closer, a sly smile creeping onto her face. "Here's the deal. You come over to my place this Saturday and help me with something. That'll make us even."
Abel raised an eyebrow, his calm demeanor unshaken. "What do you need help with?"
"That's for me to decide," Murayama replied, the teasing edge in her tone making Katase grin beside her. "But don't worry—it won't be anything too crazy. Just a little something to make up for what you did today."
Katase added with a smirk, "Think of it as community service for being a pervert. You don't want us reporting this to the teachers, right?"
Abel considered their words, his silver hair catching the fading light from the hallway windows. He had no particular attachment to the situation, but their deal seemed reasonable enough. Besides, their reactions and emotions intrigued him more than he cared to admit.
"Alright," he said after a moment, his tone steady. "I'll come."
Murayama and Katase exchanged surprised glances before Murayama smiled. "Good. Don't forget. Saturday at noon. I'll text you my address."
With that, they turned and walked away, leaving Abel standing alone in the empty hallway. He touched the spot on his cheek where Aika had kissed him earlier that morning, his mind drifting to the events of the day.
"What am I getting myself into?" he wondered, though the thought carried no regret—only curiosity.
---
Abel walked through the quiet streets, the weight of the day still hanging over him. His mind kept returning to the strange moments he'd experienced—Aika's kiss on his cheek, the deal with Murayama and Katase, and the underlying curiosity he felt about the people around him.
As he approached his apartment complex, he miss see Aika the whole way, which was typical. She didn't know where he lived, and he didn't share that with anyone.
He entered the building, the dim light from the hallway flickering as he walked toward the elevator. The faint sound of footsteps echoed in the otherwise quiet building, and soon, he reached the door to his apartment. He slid his key into the lock and opened it, stepping inside.
The apartment was as he expected quiet and heavy with the scent of stale alcohol. His mother was slumped over the kitchen table, a nearly empty bottle of wine beside her, her head resting on her arm. She was asleep, her slow, uneven breathing the only sound in the room.
Abel didn't make a sound. He closed the door softly behind him, not bothering to wake her. There was no need—he had long stopped expecting anything from his mother. Her condition was an unchanging constant, a part of the background noise of his life.
He passed her without a second glance and went to his room, his thoughts briefly flickering to the fact that his father was supposed to return today. Abel didn't look forward to it. His father's return was just another event in the monotonous cycle of his life—an interruption that didn't change anything.
He dropped his bag by the door and sat down on the edge of his bed, his silver hair falling messily around his face. The quiet of the apartment felt suffocating, but it was something he had grown used to.
As he sat in the dim light, his thoughts drifted back to Aika for a brief moment. She had been unusually forward with him today. The kiss on his cheek, the way she seemed concerned for him—it was strange, but it wasn't unwelcome. Abel's silver eyes narrowed slightly as he considered it.
"Why did she do that?" he wondered, but he quickly pushed the thought aside. It was easier to remain detached. It had always been easier that way.
With a deep breath, he lay back on the bed, closing his eyes. His father would be home soon, but for now, it was just him in the stillness of his room.
---
As Abel sat on his bed, lost in his thoughts, the sound of the front door slamming open echoed through the apartment. His father was home.
The door rattled slightly as footsteps thudded heavily across the floor. Abel didn't need to look up to know what was happening. The shouting started almost immediately—his father's deep, angry voice clashing with his mother's shrill, defensive tones. It was the same argument they always had when he returned from one of his long business trips. The words were meaningless to Abel they were just noise in the background of his life.
"You whore you been drinking again!" his father roared, his voice cutting through the tension in the apartment.
"It's none of your business!" his mother retorted, but her voice trembled, lacking the strength she usually tried to project.
Abel let out a quiet sigh, standing up from the bed. He could already feel the walls of the apartment tightening with the familiar tension. The argument escalated—his father's voice growing louder, his mother's sharper and more defensive. The same tired accusations, the same desperate attempts to deflect blame. It was always like this when his father came home.
the muffled sounds of the argument still reaching his ears. But this time, instead of just tuning it out like he usually did, he heard his father's voice break through, more urgent and frantic than before.
"Damn it, where is he?" his father's voice shouted, and then the sounds of footsteps headed toward Abel's room.
The door to Abel's room swung open without a knock, and there, standing in the doorway, was his father. A tall, broad-shouldered man with sharp eyes that always seemed to scrutinize everything. He was still wearing his suit, though it was slightly wrinkled from the long trip. His hair was messily styled, his jaw clenched in frustration.
"You!" his father spat, the anger in his voice thick as he stepped into the room. "You have any idea what's going on out there? Your slut of a mother's a goddamn mess, and you—" His voice faltered for a moment, his gaze flickering over Abel. "I don't even know why I bother coming back to this."
Abel didn't respond. His silver eyes remained steady, his posture neutral, as he simply observed his father. He had long since learned to ignore the heated words, the outbursts, the fleeting moments of misplaced rage.
His father walked past Abel, heading straight for the small, worn couch in the corner of the room. He collapsed onto it, running a hand through his messy hair as if trying to relieve some of the tension. He looked exhausted, but there was still anger simmering in his features.
Abel didn't speak a word. His father was clearly looking to relieve some stress, though he was his stress reliever.
The silence in the room thickened as Abel turned toward his window, his mind already elsewhere. He knew his father would try to vent at him next, but Abel had no interest in engaging. It was the same cycle, and he was tired of it. He couldn't change anything, so he simply waited for it to pass, just as he always did.
His father slumped further into the couch, staring blankly at the wall in front of him. For a long moment, there was only the sound of deep, labored breaths filling the space between them.
------Warning dark thoughts has entered-------
"I know why I keep coming back"Abel's father turned his face toward Abel his face was tired but his eyes filled with lust
"You know son I don't hate you," he said while standing up his walk was slow but steady he was in front of Abel and placed his hand on his hair
"In fact, I love you" Abel's father unbuckle his pants and drop his pants his cock was flung out in front of Abel's face
"You are so beautiful, so feminine oh, I wish you were a girl, but it doesn't matter", Abel's father said in a lust-filled voice. Abel smelled the scent that what in front of him
It smelled terrible, but Abel couldn't take his eyes off it. It wasn't the first time he seen it beside him. It looks so angry Abel looks up at his father's face
Oh, you know what to do, right? Abel's father snickered he grab Abel's head and forcefully enter his penis into his mouth
"AArhg"
Abel felt it reach its throat the taste was disgusting he choked on it
"Ahhh it feels so good" Abel's father said in and happy tone voice Abel's father started to pull it out and then Immediately pushed it back in again and again
"Slurp slurp slurp slurp"
In and out Abel felt his father's cock punch his throat it felt painful Abel's father starts going harder
"Slurp slurp slurp slurp "
"Slurp slurp slurp slurp"
I'm coming slut you better take it all Abel felt his cock twitch as it ram at faster speeds and then
"Spurt spurt spurt spurt"
"Arrrgh"
Abel's father hold his head in place as his cum went down his throat Abel couldn't breathe his nose was inhaling his father's pubes Abel could feel his father's hot cum go down his throat he couldn't help to swallow it
"What a good boy" Abel's father slowly slid his cock out. It was glistening with cum and Abel's saliva.Abel was coughing the lack of air was painful
"Abel your such a good cock sucker" Abel's father laugh he let go of Abel's hair and Abel fell on his bed still trying to catch his breath
"I only wish you slut mother could do this to me, but it doesn't matter. I have you, right?" Abel's father forcefully turns Abel body around with his ass face toward him and pulled Abel pants down and exposing Abel perfect ass as he soap his cock on his but
"You have such a good body son you sure your not a female" he laugh at his joke he started to rub his cock in Abel ass
Abel felt uncomfortable and it was always like this he never felt comfortable at all feeling his father cock on his ass Abel turned his head to look at his father
"I like your face so much" Abel father grabs his face and puts his tongue in Abel's mouth
Lick swish swish
"You have such kissable lips Abel maybe I should lend you to my friends I could get a promotion but your mine my little slut" Abel's father slap him and place his head on the bed
"Lift your ass whore it's been some time since I've been in this ass I make sure to treat it ok?" he grins and places his cock into Abel ass
"Aahh" Abel screamed out clenching the sheets the pain he felt was unbearable he grits his teeth
"Plap plap plap plap"
"Fuck! Your so tight slut" Abel's father said as he increased his speed and slap Abel ass
"
Aah aah ahh"
Abel felt nothing but pain his father cock was going so roughly so strong
"Plap plap plap"
Damn I'm finna cum again get ready Abel father said his speed increased and Abel pain feels grunts got louder
"Spurt spurt spurt spurt"
"Aaahhhhhh" Abel father screamed out his cum filling Abel ass he stayed in there for 5 seconds and started to pull out as he did cum came out of Abel ass
"Huff Huff God Abel your so tight and beautiful" Abel father put his hand on Abel red ass and rub it
Abel father kissed his cheeks and buckle up his pants and turns around to go out
"Abel my job has no planned business trip in 2 months so you know what that means right" Abel's father smiled
"..Yes Father," Abel said with an indifferent voice
-----