Scars Of A Broken Bond

Tyrone said, his face emotionless.

Sabrina’s cold stare was her only response.

Reluctantly, she placed a box of cotton swabs on the table, and sat beside Tyrone, raising her dress to her knees.

Her flawless calves were marred with bruises, including a mark where a high-heeled shoe seemed to have stepped, breaking the skin.

Tyrone’s eyes softened, his fingers gently brushing Sabrina’s injured calf. “Does it hurt?”

Truth be told, it didn’t hurt unless pressed, but Tyrone’s touch tickled her, sending chills down her spine.

“Hurry up!”

face darkening, Tyrone applied the ointment with a touch

surprised by the pain. “Tyrone,

You said hurry up, and I didn’t control my

replied, squeezing out more

at him, convinced he had done it

looked up, she saw Tyrone’s serious face,

and thick, his nose straight, his

looked up, catching her

looking away, Sabrina feigned

legs. Is there any other injury except on your back?” Tyrone asked,