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Abel's P.O.V

I am Abel Jackson Teller and today is my 16th birthday. I haven't slept a wink; my parents have been arguing again and I don't know if I can take it any longer. Maybe I will join the Army and get out of here but that means leaving my little brother.

My mother, Tara Knowles-Teller, is one of the top neonatal surgeons' in the country. She would move heaven and earth for my brother and me.

My father, Jackson Teller, works at a local garage and he tries but most of the time I don't believe he deserves my mum. I haven't been close with my dad since I was six and saw how upset my mother was after an argument.

I listened to the sound of my dad storm out of the house before pulling myself out of bed. I slipped on a pair of shorts and headed to the kitchen.

"Morning mom" I smiled at her before kissing her cheek.

"Morning baby boy" She said back to me, "and Happy Birthday."

"Thanks, Ma, what were you and dad fighting about?" I asked.

"Nothing baby, I was just hoping we could spend the day as a family, but your father decided to work." I could see this upset her so I gave her a hug.

"Don't worry mom, we can still do something" This shocked me as much as it did my mother. A mummy's boy I maybe but I did everything to avoid spending time with the family. It was just easier that way. I looked back at her to see her face lit with a smile.

"You would spend you're 16th with your mother?" she asked.

"Yeah, why not? Gets me the day off school." I smiled at her as I took a piece of bacon off the plate.

"Wake your brother first." Mom laughed at me. I loved seeing her laugh. I took the stairs two at a time and burst into Tommy's room causing him to fall off the bed as I laughed at him. He just threw a glare at me.

"C'mon little bro, breakfast's ready," I said and walked out so he could get up.

"Shut the door." He said as I walked away leaving it open.

After breakfast I went to shower and dress. I wore a pair of black skinnies (what else?) with my green Doc Martin boots and a charcoal gray top with a green skull on the front of it with a black and gray checked shirt over it. I went into the bathroom and put black eyeliner around my eyes making the blue of them stand out and styled my long black hair that I had dyed a few months back.

I'm a little darker than the rest of my family more into the gothic/emo thing than football and cars. I do like bikes though. My favorite thing in the world though is piercings. Dad hates them but tries to be supportive of my choices. So far, I have snakes' bites, eyebrow done twice and a tunnel in my left ear. This is who I am. If people don't like it, they can shove over.

Having decided to do go-karting and paintballing we headed to the car.

"I call shotgun" I said as I walked out in front of Thomas. I heard him moan but climb in the back of mom's car. Five minutes later we were off.

We got back around teatime; it had been a great day. Thomas and I will have some bruises in the morning. Mom went to the kitchen to start dinner while Thomas and I went to the living room to play some Xbox. Only our dad was there with a bunch of guys. I heard a gasp from behind me, I turned to see a shocked look on my mother's face, then suddenly I went deaf as she screamed in my ear.

"Oh my god Chibs." She practically ran and threw herself at this guy who had scars going up both his cheeks. He caught my mom and spun her around while holding her close.

"Hi Tara" He said in a rich Scottish accent. How the hell did my parents know a Scotsman? After he put her down, she went around hugging the other men, while Thomas and I stood like twits not knowing what was going on.

"So… who are these people?" I asked and everyone looked at me while my mother smiled.

"Abel these are old friends; you probably won't remember them. you were quite young the last time you saw any of them." She filled me in.

"So... what are they doing here now? " I asked still confused as to why they were here.

"They came for a visit, they thought it was time we caught up." My father informed me. This just made me angry.

"So you say you have to work, then go meet you're mates but can't spend my fucking birthday with me? Nice to know where I am on your priority list... Dad." I shouted at him and before he could reply I stormed out of the house.

Jax's P.O.V

I was in complete shock at Abel's outburst. He was normally quiet and brushed everything aside. I knew he had a temper but it rarely, if ever showed. I looked around at my old brothers and saw that they were uncomfortable. I smiled at them.

"Sorry about him guys, he's going through some stuff at the moment." They just nodded.

"He has a point, Jax, he turned 16 today and you weren't there. He was really looking forward to spending the day with us but instead, you drag up our past, don't get me wrong guys I'm more than happy to see you all again but you should have been there today Jax." With that my wife walked back to the kitchen.

"What about you Thomas? I'm sure you have something to say," I asked my youngest son who had been unusually quiet.

"Well mom and Abel are right, you should have been there for Abel today. I haven't seen him smile like that in a long time yet there was still a sadness in his eyes when he watched the other dads with their sons. Yeah, he might have plenty more birthdays but at this rate he won't be around you to celebrate with him. Just don't mess up again dad. I know how much more mom or Abel can take and if you lose one you will lose the other." And he walked out.

I knew my wife and son were right, but I don't know how to talk with Abel, and I had to see my brothers again. I had to tell someone the truth and Tara isn't going to be happy when she finds out, but I don't even want to think about Abel's reaction.

Abel P.O.V

"Stupid dad and his stupid friends wonders why I say I'm the black sheep of the family. He never misses anything to do with Thomas, but he doesn't care when it comes to me. I'm sick of always being put second to everything else. Arrrggghhh." I ranted on and on as my girlfriend just ran her fingers threw my hair and nodded.

"I know he's a little frustrating baby, but he is still your dad and you can't change that. Maybe you should try talking to him. I mean you're not very open with him, maybe he doesn't know you feel left out." Rachel smiled down at me and I knew she was right. I had to learn how to talk to my dad, but I don't know how to.

We have nothing in common, so trying to start a conversation was impossible. I had to though, someone had to get through to him. So, first thing in the morning I was going to talk to my dad.