Snippet #2181147

Ron looked at the calender and the can for a good 30 minutes, he pushed off the counter, leaving cracked imprints in the marble from his fingers. He stumbled out of the kitchen and was about to go down the hall when he saw the trail of things to the living room. He followed the trail to see a sleeping jasper on the couch. Ron tried to sit down next to the couch but really he just fell as quiet as possible. "Uh Shh hshssshhhh..." He said looking over at Booze. "Damn loud reptile..." He said as he put his hands on his face, trying to wipe away how tired he was. He looked at Jasper and wanted to shake her awake, knowing he would get yelled at and a good thunder slap to his cheek. His hand hovered over her but he quickly took it away. "I...I don't want to hurt you Jas... I know now that you haven't been telling me that it hurts." He looked at his hand and pinched himself, to his skin it was a normal pinch but he couldn't imagine what something like that would do to someone. "I hurt everyone, I thought I had it under control. I fixed the problem of today though, Caroline will be in a good home." He nodded and looked down into his lap, the emotions and beer starting to mix. "I'm just not going to touch anyone, that ought to be fine right? I don't need to be with Rain, I probably would have just hurt her anyways, she can find someone better than me I'm sure. You don't have to hang around with me either, why would you want to be around someone who hurts you if he looks the wrong way." Ron didn't look up, he didn't want to see her face, even if she was sleeping. He was so, afraid, he was horrified of what he was, he was scared of loosing his friends. He put his hand on the cushion near her face and moved himself until he had laid down next to the couch. He slowly drifted off to sleep.

A few hours later he had gotten up real quick to go puke, it had been a long time since he had drank. He threw up a few times in the bathroom, flushing it down. He came back out into the hallway, dragging his hand along the way to keep him from falling. He saw the alarm modual on the wall and opened it up. "Please present passcode." Ron rubbed his head as he tried to think but the machine kept repeating itself. Ron finally punched the wall remote, knocking it out and ripping the wires to the system. Supprisingly the alarms didn't go off, "I told them the alarm was to damn loud..." He said with a straight face as he walked back to the kitchen, taking the coffee pot, no doubt fresh maid from the housekeeper. He poured a cup, black, and was about to drink it when he noticed the finger prints he made in the marble. "ughhhh.... I can't touch a damn thing." Thankfully his cup was made out of thick steel so his pinkie wasn't going to destroy it. He sat at the table, not bothering with the news this morning.