Scars Of A Broken Bond

Drawing nearer, he spotted three men in casual clothes intimidating a young lady.

The woman’s attire was disheveled, and she trembled in fear, huddled against the side as tears streamed down her face.

On hearing Trevor, she lifted her face. Recognition sparked in her eyes, and for a brief moment, hope flared.

One of the men sized up Trevor. “You brat! Listen, kid, you’re in over your head. Keep out of this!”

Trevor shook his phone and didn’t flinch. “If you’re smart enough, get out of here. The cops are on their way.”

Upon hearing this, the three exchanged glances. “Ha! You have poor judgment! Go to hell!”

the three, they soon overpowered him, pinning him to

tried to intervene but was met with a flurry of

Time to go.”

“Run!”

scattered in a

himself up. Brushing off the dirt from his attire, he reached out to assist the girl. “Are you okay? Let’s

could complete his sentence,

Trevor lifted her and started making his way

down at her face, recognition hit him. It was that

into her in the mall, and then he met her two times near the company. They were all brushed past, but