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

clapping a comforting hand on Tyrone’s shoulder.

briefly, and when he opened them again,

into the corridor wall. His knuckles quickly reddened and

he didn’t stop. Again, he struck the wall, and

wall, and

down against the wall. Overwhelming guilt and intense pain made

of his grandfather caused him to lose his

left Sabrina locked

she