Scars Of A Broken Bond

Karen, hearing the commotion, approached just as Tyrone was descending the stairs. Before she could question him, he instructed, “No matter what she says, do not open the door. Wait for my return.”

“Understood,” Karen replied, somewhat taken aback.

As Tyrone’s footsteps receded, Sabrina’s anger intensified, causing her heart to throb painfully. She slumped against the door in defeat.

Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced her stomach.

Sabrina instantly felt a sense of foreboding.

With one hand clutching her stomach and the other pounding on the door, she yelled out in panic, “Tyrone! Unlock the door! Tyrone! My stomach hurts. Open the door!”

Sabrina received no reply.

she was experiencing in her stomach was mounting, each wave stronger than the last. It felt so severe that a chill-inducing sweat began to slide down her brow. Her body started to quiver uncontrollably, mirroring the tremors in her voice. Her strength was dwindling, even lifting

is excruciating… Help me!

reach for her phone, but it was nowhere in

Please open the door… I need

pressed her

force was ruthlessly gripping her lower belly, dragging

help… Open the

a raspy whisper. Sabrina lay prone on the floor, her

to seep from her lower

and as her eyes fell closed, tears leaked