When Abel Teller's mother died, even at a young age, he knew the severity of it. How much it would impact his life. Even just day to day. He awoke the morning after she died expecting her normal smile and eggs and toast and all he had was a crow eater he had never met toss cereal down in front of him.
As time went on, the anger, the ache in Abel got worse and worse. Most kids his age wouldn't even remember a mother who died when they were five. But Abel did and it ate him alive. He grew up angry.. violent. By the time he was in third grade his favorite pass time was hitting kids that dared speak of their moms as if the jealousy just overtook him and he couldn't stop himself.
His anger grew when his dad up and disappeared. Not a goodbye. Not a see you later. Nothing. He was in fifth grade and he watched his bike fly by and he never saw him again. He hated his dad after that. If he never saw the bastard again he'd be glad. But if he did.. if he did.. he'd put a bullet between his eyes for the pain he caused Thomas.
Grandma tried to explain. Tried to justify his dad leaving but all it did was piss Abel off more. How dare the only parent he have left just up and leave. How dare he let HIS pain cloud his job as Abel's dad. As Thomas' dad. Grandma could justify all she wanted but there wasn't any justification.
By the time Abel was a freshmen in high school he fought damn near daily, drank, fucked anyone he wanted and barely had any friends outside his little brother. But that's how he ticked by. It's how he made whatever was broken inside him bearable.. that and the taste of SAMRCO and the danger attached to it he would someday take over. He had watched Uncle Chibs run the gavel after his dad left and he wanted that.. he wanted the soft wood between his fingers.. the leather against his back and the title of president on his chest. Unlike Thomas who was reaching for bigger.. better things.. Abel was falling deeper and deeper into the club. Losing his mother had set him on a path she had never wanted for him but he couldn't stop. It was literally the only thing keeping him alive.
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"You know that shit is gonna kill you, right?" Thomas Teller said, shoving his brother's cigarette aside so it wasn't so close to him as he studied.
"You know all work and no play makes Thomas a very dull boy, right?"
"Oh, damn, Abel. You're right.. it's just too bad we can't all strive for a life in this hell hole.. some of us have to work."
Abel hated when Thomas insulted the clubhouse and most importantly the club. He fucking hated it. How could you hate the very thing you were brought up to love? The thing that put food on your table at night? The thing that gave you family.. friends? He didn't get it and he didn't even want to begin to try.
"You don't make any fucking sense, dumbass. This hell hole is your birth right."
"Oh, wow, I never thought of that before.. how could I possibly forget that? I mean, who wouldn't want to take over this place? The drugs.. the weapons.. the bikes.. the whores.. why would I wanna give all that up?"
Abel rolled his eyes, smashing his cigarette into the ashtray, standing so hard his chair flew back and hit against the floor of the clubhouse with a loud bang, which caused Gemma to glance back at the boys from her seat at the bar doing paperwork.
"If you hate it here so fucking much, Thomas.. go.. there's the fucking door. I bet you could find dad if you tried.."
Thomas stared at his big brother, stood and shoved him with every ounce of strength the 16 year old had.
"Fuck you, Abel." Thomas turned and walked out the clubhouse door, yanking his phone out as he did.
Abel had no doubt he was calling his girlfriend. Ever since Thomas had met Samantha James he had fallen so hard and so fast into her pussy he couldn't think for himself. Within weeks he was spouting off I love you's and a future outside Charming.. as a doctor. It's why Abel hated Sam. She had taken his little brother and sucked him into her trap. She had filled his head with stupid silly dreams that only rich kids actually got to live out and now he was an asshole. He couldn't even recognize the brother he once adored.
"Abel, you have to stop tearing him apart every chance you get." Gemma Teller said as she stood, walking toward her eldest grandson. "He isn't cut out for this life."
"He was before SHE showed up."
"No he wasn't. You just didn't see it before because he was a middle schooler and didn't see what he wanted out of life yet. Sam didn't MAKE Thomas want the life he's set out for. She just showed him the path to it."
Abel rolled his eyes, grabbing his leather jacket, yanking it on and busting out of the clubhouse doors. His grandma was always sticking up for Thomas' future when she loved the club more than Abel did. It didn't make sense to him.. why would she want Thomas to have a different life? To abandon the very club his family had created? He didn't get it and frankly he didn't want to understand his grandmother. She was up and down and never made a fucking lick of sense.
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Abel's breath blew in and out quickly as he slid off his bike. There was no feeling like riding on his bike. Not even fighting, sex or drugs could top it.
Well, okay.. maybe sex could top it.. and he was thinking of topping that nice bike ride off with the brunette walking by.
Abel let out a low whistle as he tugged his cigarette pack out of his jean pocket.
"Did you just whistle at me..?" The brunette asked, stopping her steps to stare at Abel.
"Maybe I did.. maybe I didn't." He said bringing the cigarette to his lips to light it.
"Well, don't," The girl said, grabbing the cigarette in Abel's mouth and tossing it against the cement. She smashed the flimsy paper filled cancer stick under her foot and eyed Abel. "It's demeaning to women. It doesn't make girls with a hint of class feel sexy or beautiful.. it just makes them feel like a piece of meat."
Abel was still stunned she had taken his cigarette that his eyes hadn't even turned away from her shoe.
"Hello, did you hear me.." She said, waving a hand in front of his face. "I said.."
His eyes snapped up right and hit the girl's brown ones. "I heard you and you weren't talking about girls with class. You were talking about stuck up bitches without a single ounce of fun in their bones. I promise I'll never whistle at you again. Not much to whistle about."
He brushed past the girl roughly and stomped up the steps to the high school.
Abel had always hated school but since it was his last year of high school, he found himself taking the days a little less harder. But God did he not wanna be here.
Especially when he said little Miss Mousy sitting down in the front row of his Science class.
"Miss. Morgan.." The brunette's head lifted and Abel found himself almost mesmerized. Had she been here the whole year..? How had he never noticed her before? She clearly wasn't new.. or didn't seem that way anyways.
"Can you tell me how.." The teacher sprouted off for five minutes about a chemical or some shit but Abel heard none of it, his eyes just kept staring at the bitch in the front row. The one who had taken his cigarette and told him what to do. Something no girl had ever done before outside his grandma.
Hell, most girls bent over backwards for Abel. He was good looking. Long blonde hair. Bright blue eyes. A rugged angel like face. 6'2. All muscle and he knew damn well how attractive he was. It rolled off him in waves. He was cocky. He never hid it.
But the mousy little brunette hadn't let it stop her.. or pull her under. He hated it.. he truly fucking hated it. Fucking bitch.
But he couldn't stop staring at her. Jesus Christ, what the hell was this bitch doing to his head?
As soon as the bell rung Abel was dashing for the door, nearly knocking the girl over in the process.
"Excuse you works!"
"Who in the hell do you think you are?" He said whipping around as they both hit the hallway.
"Excuse me?"
"Who in the hell do you think you are?"
"Eh, I'm not sure what that question means.. but my name is Abigail Morgan.. and we have gone to school together since first grade."
"No we haven't."
"Yes we have. I can tell you front to back who you are. The selfish prick Teller who thinks the world owes him.. who thinks everyone and anyone is just a pawn in his life he can trash. The one who gives false promises to girls so he can get them in bed and then just runs them over in his trip out the door. That's who you are.. am I correct?"
"Fuck you," Abel spat out before turning and walking off down the hall.
That fucking bitch. She knew nothing about Abel. About the REAL him. And he wasn't going to let her get under his skin.
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"Abel," Thomas said, pushing his brother's bedroom door open. "I'm sorry about earlier. It's just been a tense couple of days for me with finals coming up. I shouldn't have been a prick.
Abel's eyes turned away from the laptop on his bed and to his brother.
"I'm over it. So, you can go."
"No, I eh.." Thomas rubbed the back of his neck. He and his brother never truly felt.. connected anymore. Not since Thomas decided SAMCRO wasn't his future. But he wanted to try. No matter what sides of the world they lived on.. good or bad.. he wanted his brother in his life and he wanted to try. "I was wondering if you'd like to eh.. go to this bar in Riverport a few hours from here and see Devil's Point play."
Abel's ears, eyes and body perked at the sound of his favorite band.
"That's been sold out for weeks."
"Yeah I know but Sam's friend has tickets and I thought you'd like to go."
"You can count me in, little brother." He said, standing. He wouldn't normally spend time with Sam, he hated what she represented in his life, and even more hated her because she was a bitch, but he wanted to see his band and secretly.. he wanted to hang out with his brother.
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The bar normally didn't allow teenagers inside but since they had a popular band playing they decided to make an exception and make anyone under twenty one where an ugly fucking green bracelet. Which Abel was trying desperately to yank off as he and his brother glanced around for Sam and her friend.
"There she is," Thomas said, pointing at his girlfriend at a table near the front.
"I see her," Abel mumbled, eyeing the back of her friend's head. From here she seemed decent. Maybe this night wouldn't be a total bust in the ladies department.
They hit the table within a matter of seconds and Sam flew up to kiss her Thomas. Which made Abel sick to his stomach.. but what made the feeling even worse was when the brunette turned and it was her.
"What in the hell are YOU doing here?" He barked, causing Sam and Thomas to pry themselves apart and eye Abel's rude outburst.
Thomas was use to his brother being a dick but even this was new for him.
Abigail's eyes burned into Abel's as she stood, her tiny 5'2 stature barely making her hit Abel's chest. "I'm the one who bought the tickets. What are YOU doing here?"
"My brother invited me.. but I can see this clearly was a bad idea.. the company is gonna suck."
Abigail rolled her eyes, refusing to get to Abel's level as she sat in the chair again.
"Abel, seriously.." Thomas said going after his brother who was disappearing in the large crowd of drunken adults and stupid teenagers.
"I'm not sitting all night at a table with THAT girl. She is a fucking bitch."
"No, she's not. She's nice. Why the hell do you seem to hate her so much?"
"I don't hate her. I just don't give two shits about her."
"You give enough shits your running for the door.."
Abel's shoulders tensed, as if his brother was reading him and he didn't like it.
"Whatever.. but if she says one word.." Abel mumbled as he walked back to the table.
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I hope you enjoyed! I know.. I shouldn't be starting ANOTHER new story but I seriously can't help myself. Abel Teller was clawing in my head like a demon! I couldn't ignore him. I'm sorry he's such an asshole right now.. but I swear he'll change over time. I just couldn't see him as the soft sweet boy he was or would've been had Tara been around. Losing Tara changed him..
All history up till the end of season six is the same EXCEPT Wendy never got the boys.. Gemma did because Wendy mysteriously ended up dead weeks after Tara...
I picture Chris Hemsworth as Abel. Zac Efron as Thomas. Bethany Joy Lenz as Abigail. (The OTH first season version of her.) And Vanessa Hudgens as Samantha. Hopefully you'll like my OC's and the way I write the boys. Let me know what you think! Love ALL your feedback! Thank you!