Abram~

"Papa".

My palms are clenched into a tight fist, my nose flaring, heart beating fast. I could feel the heat emetting from my body.

My eyes were stuck on the man sitting on wheelchair, his blue eyes staring back at me, as if seeing my soul.

I watch my wife kissing on his burnt cheek, as if she is not disgusted. God, he is so ugly and disgusting.

I need to take my wife away from him, or he will contaminate my pigeon with his ugliness.

My wife should stay far away from ugliness.

"Abram--" I felt a hand on my shoulder and heard mummy's voice. My jaw grounded....