Scars Of A Broken Bond

Bradley sized him up, detecting a touch of animosity in Lance’s demeanor. Squinting slightly, he probed, “Boyfriend?”

He recalled hearing that Bettie was single.

Bettie instinctively hid behind Bradley, gripping his sweater tightly.

Peeking out, she blurted, “He’s no boyfriend of mine! He’s a bad person who wants to grab me and sell me off, like to the ravines or something!”

Lance addressed Bettie. “Bettie, enough. I get you’re upset with me but you can’t just throw around accusations like that…”

Bradley stared at Lance with suspicion, retorting, “You’ve said enough.

out quickly,

involved in any illicit activity. More likely, he was a disgruntled

hint of fierceness gleamed in his eyes behind the glasses. Lance looked intently into Bradley’s eyes and asked with intensity, “Who are you? Who gave you the right to choose if she should stay or go? Just so you know, I

this guy be trying to take advantage

isn’t

a smug look, remarking, “Did

sizing up Bradley. “She’s clearly drunk. She couldn’t even find our room, Let

exchanged tense glares, the air thick with

ready to

room. Bradley didn’t want to be away for too long, so he turned to Bettie and inquired, “Who did