Scars Of A Broken Bond

“Sabrina? Sabrina?”

With swift steps, he hurried down the stairs and called out her name with worry in his voice.

Despite his urgent pleas, she didn’t respond.

“Hang on, Sabrina! We’re heading to the hospital right now!” Hold on!”

Tyrone placed Sabrina in the back seat, started the car, floored the gas pedal, and the vehicle zoomed away.

A red light illuminated the hospital’s emergency room entrance.

Tyrone, splattered with blood, stood motionless at the door. His glassy eyes held a haunted look that drew the attention of passersby.

was a towering figure, yet at that moment, he

hand on Tyrone’s shoulder. “Bro, it’s okay. You will

eyes briefly, and when he opened them

his fist into the corridor wall. His knuckles quickly reddened

stop. Again, he struck the

only ceased when his blood stained the wall, and the bone on the back of his hand was

Tyrone slid down against the wall. Overwhelming

recent death of his grandfather caused him to lose

have left Sabrina locked

aware she was carrying