Scars Of A Broken Bond

“Who are you?”

“Why did you hit him?”

Despite their intentions to assist, several more burly men burst in from the outside.

It was October, and the weather had become cooler, especially at night.

ALL the employees were wearing coats.

In stark contrast, the men who launched the surprise attack wore only short sleeves, revealing their inked and robust arms. The abundance of tattoos made it evident that they were gangsters, a group best left unprovoked.

The four employees found themselves in an unfamiliar and unsettling situation. Glancing at each other, they remained paralyzed with fear.

What do you want?” The tall man managed to muster his courage, his fear evident in

dialed 911, determined to

Do you want to end up in jail? You’re trespassing and have assaulted one

the call, one of the tattooed men

smashed against the wall, shattering into countless pieces

face drained of color, trepidation gripping

courage, one of the employees decided to take action. The spiky-haired man quickly noticed

blow to the employee’s legs.

assault by stomping forcefully

employees watched in horror and dared not