rageandruin (rageandruin) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2018-05-31 15:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | #october 2017, caden, caden x roxy, roxy |
Who: Caden and Roxy
When: Morning. Friday, October 27th
Where: Home
Status: Complete
After waking up, and feeling like he’d been hit with a fucking Mack truck, Caden finally found the energy to go back home. He needed Roxy to drive him to his truck, and he needed to get his prescriptions filled. All of it felt like a gigantic pain in the ass, but it needed to be done. Once he was feeling remotely human again, he was going to think about what happened, and what needed to be done about it.
After parting ways with Aaron, Caden walked home. It helped that he and Roxy didn’t live terribly far from Aaron, and the fresh morning air actually helped clear his head a bit. His hand was throbbing and it was still a bit mind blowing when he thought about what had happened. It all felt surreal, like a hazy dream. Or nightmare. Who would believe him? Besides Gavin.
He shoved his key into the front door and stepped inside, hoping Roxy had made coffee, because goddamn he needed some.
Roxy had woken up a couple of times in the night, once to just roll over. She’d noticed that Caden wasn’t home yet then, and it had worried her a little, but she’d gone back to sleep. The second time had been when her phone had gone off. A text from Aaron, saying Caden was drunk and sleeping it off at his place. Him drinking with Aaron wasn’t too unusual, and she could understand why they might need some time together, so she’d accepted that and gone to sleep again.
By the time Caden opened the door, Roxy was up and showered and she had indeed made coffee. She was sitting in the kitchen drinking a cup, her wet hair hanging around her shoulders, just wearing a short robe. Her heart jumped when she heard Caden’s keys and she looked up expectantly, hoping he wasn’t too hungover to be in a decent mood.
The smell of coffee hit him first and while his stomach rolled a bit, Caden ignored the discomfort as he headed for the kitchen. Roxy was there, and he appreciated that she hadn't bombarded him at the door. "Hey," he greeted, voice hoarse from grogginess. "Before you ask, I'm fine," he added, lifting his bandaged hand just a bit as he went for the coffee pot. "It was a bullshit night, and I didn't want to wake you up." That was partly true. Aaron hadn't asked many questions, and he'd more or less left Caden alone, which was all he'd really needed last night. His head was a bit more clear this morning. He was still angry, but in a less explosive way. It went deeper, the rage settling in his bones.
Roxy registered Caden’s face first, the ugly bruising and tape over his swollen nose. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen it broken, but it was unexpected. For a second she thought Aaron might have done it, but then she saw Caden’s bandaged hand and she stood up with a little gasp. “Ohmygod, what happened?” she asked, moving toward him. He wouldn’t want her to fuss, he’d said he was fine, but that looked like bullshit to Roxy. He couldn’t just waltz in with so much obvious medical care and expect her not to ask any questions. “Caden, what --” Roxy cut herself off when she got a good look at his left hand, her eyes going wide, because there was definitely something really wrong with it.
"I got into a fight," he told her as he reached for a coffee mug. No, he didn't want her to fuss, but at least someone was showing him some sympathy. He set the coffee mug down and used the same hand to pick up the coffee pot. Shit, it was going to be fucking difficult to do much of anything without full use of both hands. "Pretty bad one. Dude was a psychopath. Probably would've killed me..." If his bitch of a wife hadn't stopped him. She was a psychopath too, he was betting. Caden poured his coffee, ignoring how his hand shook a bit. "Aaron picked me up from the ER last night. I didn't want to come home and worry you."
Roxy had been with Caden Lucas long enough to know that when he said he didn’t want to worry her, he meant he didn’t want to put up with her shit. But sometimes shit was unavoidable. She put her hand on his left forearm to lift it up a bit so she could have a better look, then let him go again when her stomach turned over. “Oh my God, baby ... those’re ... your fingers are gone?” Roxy sounded horrified, her hand covering her mouth for a second. A heartbeat after that, her own rage flared up behind her eyes. “Who was it? What motherfucker did this to you?” she demanded. Her man had been maimed, and Roxy suddenly felt ready to rip his assailant’s fucking dick off. She didn’t even care yet what the fight had been about, it didn’t matter, mutilation was a step too far.
Despite how groggy and shitty he felt, he couldn't help but start laughing at her indignant response. He wasn't laughing at her, but he liked seeing that anger light up her eyes. If his fucking hand hadn't been hurting so bad, he might have been turned on by it. "Just a couple," Caden said, chuckling a little as he lifted the mug to his lips to sip. It was still hot, thankfully. "I don't know if you'd believe me if I told you," he added after leaning back against the counter. "And there's not much I can do about it right now. Can't go to the cops." He couldn't do anything, yet. If he retaliated, Reagan Kelly could tell Aaron what he and Gavin had done. No, he couldn't do anything impulsive. He had to be careful.
“Of course I would,” Roxy insisted. Sure, she might be shocked, but Caden had a knack for getting into fights with people, so she couldn’t see herself not believing him at all. She crossed her arms over her ample chest, still looking pissed. She supposed she ought to be grateful that he hadn’t been killed, if someone was psycho enough to cut his fucking fingers off, but Roxy couldn’t feel much more than vengeful anger at the moment. “Fuck the cops. Why not though, did you start it?” she asked. That wouldn’t surprise her either. But starting a bar fight and mutilating someone with a weapon -- because Roxy couldn’t imagine it happening any other way -- were two very different things. “What did the doctors say, they didn’t report it, did they? Did you get a script for painkillers?” Since his hands were unavailable, Roxy started patting down his pockets to hunt for paperwork.
"Of course I started it," Caden said with a wry smile. "Don't I always start it?" It was too damn complicated to explain to Roxy, not without going into everything and that wasn't going to happen. "Besides, you know how I feel about the cops in this town. They're not going to feel a lot of sympathy for me. It's not worth the hassle." Caden sighed and reached out to halt her searching hands. "I got a couple scripts, and my truck is still at the hospital if you can drive me to get it. We can just stop at the pharmacy on the way." He realized he was probably way too calm, considering the circumstances, but he was too tired to rail and rage and punch shit, and it wasn't like he could punch anything and not hurt himself at the moment anyway.
This all felt kind of crazy, and Roxy still wanted to claw the eyes out of whoever had hurt Caden so badly. He could be an insane asshole sometimes, and she wasn’t surprised to hear he’d started the fight, but ... still. His poor hand. It was too much. He obviously wasn’t going to tell her who it had been yet, but Roxy felt like she could get it out of him eventually. Then somebody was going to have hell to pay. “Okay,” she murmured, her expression fretty as she looked at his face for a moment. Then Roxy rose up on her toes to give him a careful hug around the shoulders. She wanted to say she was sorry this had happened to him, but she didn’t think he really wanted to hear that, so she didn’t. Instead she just pressed a kiss against his jaw and pulled back again. “I’ll get dressed,” she muttered as she turned away.
"Okay," Caden murmured, watching Roxy walk away toward their bedroom. There was really not much she could say to make any of it better, but it still felt good to know she was on his side and not trying to figure out how to blame him for what happened. Caden wanted to tell her Caius D'Onofrio was a witch and had done this, but he knew there could be consequences to that. He needed to talk to Gavin at least, if his older brother wasn't wasted and useless. Then Caden could figure out what to do about this problem. No way could he just sit back and let two witches get away with what they've done. He just needed to be less reckless and impulsive the next time. But what he wanted right now was to get his pain meds, knock them back with a shot of whiskey, and sleep for the next twelve hours. Everything else could wait.