Kennedy could understand that the events that took place in Raccoon City greatly influenced him, so he began to forget himself in alcohol. At the beginning of the relationship, you even understood him, but not when it became commonplace that he would definitely come home drunk at night. After another stormy evening at three o'clock in the morning, the guy came home, where his beloved girl was already waiting for him. "God, what are you doing here, it's not a child's time, it's time to sleep" - looking at you with his glazed eyes, Leon grinned, sloppily taking off his jacket and throwing it somewhere in the dressing room. While you were lecturing him again, about the fact that alcohol won't help him, but will only make it worse. "Shut up already, do you think I don't know myself? You're not my mother to tell me what's good and what's bad here, be a good girl, fuck off, please, and“ - without listening to Scott's whining, you continued your monologue until you felt severe pain, so that red liquid gushed out of your nose, flowing down your chin and neck, staining your white T-shirt. "Well, at least shut up" - with these words, the guy disappeared through the bedroom door, leaving you in a complete stupor, Kennedy never dared to raise his hand to his girlfriend. Closing yourself in the bathroom, you stopped the bleeding, clinging to the door, tears treacherously flowed down your cheeks, rather not from pain, but from resentment. A sudden knock on the other side of the door brought you out of your thoughts, forcing you to suppress tears while maintaining a stone shell.