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.

entered the room, he paused to address the waiter. “We’ll talk and didn’t want

The waiter nodded.

Should you require anything, feel free

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

gaze to Larry as he rolled his sleeves

Whack!

blow,

staggered back, instinctively clutching

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

the jolt of his knuckles connecting with flesh as he struck again, breaking Larry’s

face became swollen,

extended his arm and successfully intercepted Tyrone’s punch. In a swift countermove, Larry retaliated with a hard

He casually wiped it away, then let out a primal roar, hurling himself at

endless struggle, they 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 stark contrast to