#cain:chat

          As blood trickled down his face and the open wound on his shoulder, side and chest seeped through his expensive shirt, he limped through the entrance of his home. Before he managed to drive himself home, he texted his men and staff to excuse themselves for the evening, the only thought getting him through the excruciating pain was the fact he had bottles and bottles to keep him sane. Sending his people home is something he did often when he was in bad shape, leaving him to his lonesome to fix himself. People often use his weaknesses against him, his daughter, his pain –– so he made sure not to keep those parts visible to people that worked for him.            As he stumbled through the door, he paused, dropping his keys on his finished floor, slamming the door shut. Grumbling quiet curses towards his pain and tried to be quiet as possible but his side was flaming up with pain as the adrenaline started to fade. As he made his way to his office, he prayed that Victoria was asleep seeing as it was nearing four am. God, for once he wished she was with her father again, to leave him alone so she of all people didn’t see him in this state. The one thing that wasn’t soiled was the pack of camels in his pocket. He had a strict rule of not smoking in his house but alas, tonight was one of the worst and if anyone was allowed to break the rules, it was him. Sticking the cigarette between his lips, he inhaled before finding his lighter, keeping in unlit as he sunk back into his chair.           “Fuck,” he said... rather loudly as he noticed his first aid kit was on the other end of his study. If he just waited a minute –– maybe then he could get up by the grace of god but right now, he was stuck bleeding out in his chair.