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.

Should you require anything,

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

lifted his gaze to Larry as

Whack!

unleashed a brutal blow, his fist connecting

reeling, blood gushing from his mouth as he staggered back, instinctively

balance, Larry glanced at the blood on his fingers just as Tyrone delivered another powerful punch, the sickening thud echoing through the

of his knuckles connecting with flesh as

became swollen,

and successfully intercepted Tyrone’s punch. In a swift countermove, Larry

mouth. He casually wiped it away, then let out a primal roar, hurling himself at Larry. They crashed to

finally ceased their violent exchange, both collapsing exhausted. One lay sprawled on the floor, the other slumped on the sofa. Their hair was disheveled, their faces bloodied and bruised, and their bodies drenched in sweat. Their current state was in