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.

yet at that

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

shut his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, they

the corridor wall. His knuckles quickly

stop. Again, he struck the

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

the wall. Overwhelming guilt and intense pain

recent death of his grandfather caused him to lose his usual

could he have left Sabrina locked in

fully aware she was carrying