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.

a chill-inducing sweat began to slide down

door! My stomach is excruciating… Help me! Help

her desperation, she tried to reach for her phone, but it was nowhere

open the door… I need

floor, teeth clenched and body coiled. She pressed her hand against her stomach, as if that could somehow

though an unseen force was ruthlessly gripping her lower belly,

I need help… Open

reduced to a raspy whisper. Sabrina lay prone on the floor,

to seep from her lower

eyes fell closed, tears leaked