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

by, clapping a comforting hand on Tyrone’s shoulder. “Bro, it’s okay.

eyes briefly, and when

into the corridor wall. His knuckles quickly reddened and

didn’t stop. Again, he

the wall, and the bone

Overwhelming guilt and intense pain

the recent death of his grandfather caused him to lose his usual patience

he have left Sabrina locked in

aware she was