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.

towering figure, yet at that moment,

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

shut his eyes briefly, and when he

his fist into the corridor wall. His knuckles quickly reddened

he didn’t stop. Again, he struck the

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

slid down against the wall. Overwhelming guilt and intense pain made breathing

of his grandfather caused

he have left Sabrina

she was carrying