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,

he dialed 911, determined to call

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

one of the tattooed

phone smashed against the wall, shattering into countless pieces

man’s face drained of color, trepidation gripping

decided to take action. The

the employee’s legs. The employee screamed in

forcefully on his back with

two remaining employees watched in horror and dared not