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Lies. Ron hated lies. Although he, himself, lied all the time, even when it wasnt necessary. He'd lie to friends, teachers, strangers — it didnt matter. He'd lie about plans, his favorite things, grades, injuries, cuts, himself. He was good at it; used to it. He had spent his whole life lying, after all. Perhaps he didnt even truly wish to lie, but he couldn't know that for certain. Everytime he lied, though, it felt like more of a need then a want.
He could recall the countless times he lied to people who only want to help him. Lied to them about how he got the bruises — the bruises he knew were from his dad, and nobody else. He'd give them excuse after excuse. He say he'd fallen, got into an disagreement with a classmate, was scared by a stray and ran into a wall, anything and everything.
He could recall the looks of the doctors and social workers: unconvinced pity. He hated those looks. He could recall the ways they'd nod their heads slowly, jotting down notes as he spoke, pretending they believed him. It's not like he didnt know what they thought — he wasnt stupid after all — but that didnt stop him from repeating the same stories over and over and over again.
He never cracked, he had been taught not to.
As he got older, though, he had became more and more convincing. They had gotten used to him by now, they'd believe him, stop taking second glances, stop asking. Adults learned to not question when he came to school with a new bruise, or went to the hospital needing a new cast for a new broken bone. It was normal by now for him.
It's not as though they were all lies, though. Sometimes he really did just fall or hurt himself from being an active kid doing reckless things.
But even so, he still knew the truth.
Ron hated lies. He hated liars, too; but that would mean he hated himself, aswell. Right ?
He was a compulsive liar. Lies slid off his tounge as easily as he breathed air. But still, people saw him as an honest and trustworthy person, when in reality, he was the opposite. He had created a reputation for being a good guy, and honestly ? He wanted to believe that just maybe, he really was a good guy beneath all the lies.
Friendly, welcoming, smart, a quick thinker with even quicker responses. Good at getting out of situations; good at lying.
That's what Ron Anderson was.