Scars Of A Broken Bond

“Why?” Tyrone broke the silence, his teeth clenched. “Why did you do it?” The question wasn’t explicit, but the meaning was clear to both of them.

After a prolonged silence, Larry chuckled.

“Why? I don’t know. Maybe it was just a whim.”

“A whim!” Tyrone seethed, barely controlling his anger

They both remained silent for the rest of the trip.

Once they arrived at the club, the waiter escorted them to a room. The waiter opened the door for them, extending a welcoming gesture.

“Please, come in.”

Tyrone gave Larry a stoic glance, and Larry entered the room.

talk and didn’t want to be disturbed. We won’t be needing wine

The waiter nodded.

require anything, feel free to

entered the room and shut the door. Larry watched as Tyrone hung his coat on the hanger, then removed his jacket and loosened his tie, tossing it casually on the

his gaze to Larry as he

Whack!

blow, his fist

sent Larry reeling, blood gushing from his mouth as he staggered back, instinctively clutching his swollen

his fingers just as

connecting with flesh as he

became swollen,

intercepted Tyrone’s punch. In

let out a primal roar, hurling himself at Larry. They crashed to the ground in a whirlwind of fury,

collapsing exhausted. One lay sprawled on the floor, the other slumped on the sofa. Their hair was disheveled, their faces bloodied and