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Abel 1977 Page 21

Abel POV

Shit...I look at my watch one more time, it reads ten forty-two, it's fucking late already, thank-god these two are not going to be at home right now...some office party again or some shit like that. Sometimes I wonder if it's just an excuse to get a minute away from my ass so they can hump each other in the privacy of some other place away from the house...hahaha, that would be really funny!

It's not like I expect them to be dead-or nothing, but I guess you never think of your parents as sexually active either...it's sorta weird and such, certainly nothing I want to think about.

On another note, I'm walking my ass back to my place, from Daniel's...returned his fucking Astra shit a few minutes ago. He wasn't home though, his ass got picked up by some girl earlier and told me to just leave the keys under the matt. I did just that, and took my long walk of shame like last night...as all this bitch did tonight was let my ass have some quick 'titty'...YEAH...NO FUCKING KIDDING EITHER! I got some lame ass-consolidation price referred to as 'grope' for about...AND THEN THAT...ten fucking minutes! I bet Daniel's cunt-ass is gonna be throwing me a 'YOU'RE A PUSSY PARTY' this weekend, when I tell him all my hands got to do was pinch fucking 'Brenda' nipples for about-ABOUT ten fucking-whole minutes!

I get close to the fucking house...I can see it in the distance, as I'm passing all these others, lights out, everyone with their asses probably asleep. Suddenly, the sky lids up a bit, and a weak flash of thunder roars above me as I start to pick up pace..."shit, don't tell me imma get sky-pissed also...even more humiliation to add to my already failed trip down bitch-Brenda's 'vag-trail'

It looks like it, it smells like rain...YEAH, YEAH, I know what you're thinking "smells like"...let me tell you, Imma Anteater when it comes to rain! You know how they say the Anteater can sniff-out ants from a mile away...YEAH, I can sniff out rain from a mile away too man HAHAHA! Believe it or not, it smells wet when a storm is almost directly over you, or on it's way. Sure enough...it looked like this shit was ready to squirt its shit all over my fucking ass! The wind started to pick, just a bit, and there were more weak flashes of lightning erupting above me, the sound told me I was in for it if I didn't start running!

Narrator

Abel ran up passed the front yard of the house, passed the garage and headed in the direction to the back yard. The lights there were on, just like the one by the front door...illuminating the backyard and his mother's garden, as well as the shed. He took his lone-key out of his pocket and turned and unlocked the back door, letting himself in, just as the impeding torrent outside was about to free-itself all over him.

It was dark inside...very dark, and it smelled like 'meatloaf'..."fucking meatloaf, I hate meatloaf", Abel thought, but decided he'd have to have it tomorrow at some point, tonight he was a little too pissed about Brenda's reluctance to put-out, and just wanted to get to his room and chill for a bit before calling it a night.

Without switching on any of the lights around the house, he guided himself up the stairs, and across the empty, dark hallway, mainly with the lights outside, and the flashing lightning, now picking up. The house seemed very quiet...almost eerily quiet. Abel didn't know why, but he started to feel like he was not alone. He stopped momentarily outside of his parent's bedroom, slightly and gently pried open the door, just a crack...just slightly, to take a quick, innocent peek into the bedroom to see if they were already home...he knew they were not. But he opened the door ajar...just a tiny-bit of a crack, and pressed his face into said crack and took a very quick peek...half-expecting both to be in their, doing hell-knows what...but they were not.

The bed was made, the room felt extremely silent, heavy-silent...looks like his parents were living-it up (unlike himself), at some party, somewhere, getting their 'shit' on and ready...like always!.

"Fuckers"...he thought, he smirked to himself thinking of their heavily-drunk asses and their slurred speech and shit...GOD, HOW HE WISHED HE COULD BE IN A SITUATION LIKE THEIRS RIGHT NOW! There was more lightning outside, it flashed into the quiet room from the two windows, the curtains had been pulled aside and now were tied to each side with a tiny ribbon, that looked a lot like a funny looking bow, on each set.

Abel stopped 'stalking' his parents bedroom, and closed the door all the way back again, and continued his little journey to his bedroom at the end of the hall, on the right. The lightning kept flashing, as he saw more light creeping in from a window at the end of the hall. The curtains on that window were now rolled to the sides and tied with a nice, neat bow-like ribbon, those were running across the window in it's entirety, covering up any view...but failing to keep most of the light from the roaring lightning outside!

Once outside his bedroom door, Abel turns the knob and steps in, closing the door behind him, noticing his bedroom now erupting in a parade of lights...the lightning was really going outside, and the wind seemed to have picked up as well. Abel heard it, gusting out there...as he got close to one of his two windows. The curtains had been neatly rolled to the sides, like the ones in his parent's room...and tied to each side with a very neat and funny-looking bow ribbon, like theirs too.

As he looked out there, he saw the trees in the backyard, swaying back and forth due to the very strong wind, now rolling in with the storm. The first few drops of it making a not-so abrupt landing on the window-pane, and the very unforgiving fierce clap of thunder that had finally rolled in with a vengeance. It had been faint at first, but now it was finally here...right above him, right on top of the house.