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.

a towering figure, yet at that moment, he

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

when he opened them

he turned and drove his fist into the corridor wall. His knuckles quickly

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

stained the wall, and the bone on

slid down against the wall. Overwhelming

the recent death of his grandfather caused

could he have left

was fully aware she was carrying their