Prelude 14

The room stank of alcohol, filth and vomit.

Aaron lay racked in pain as the alcohol withdrawal took its toll. He had begged Joe for a drink but Joe refused. Then he had gotten violent but Joe was stronger, always had been, and Aaron was no match for him.

Now he just lay in dark despair, a ruined man. He'd turned his face on all knew and loved and had lost them.

He just wanted to die.