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.

“We’ll talk and didn’t want to be disturbed. We won’t be

The waiter nodded.

Should you require anything, feel free

as Tyrone hung his coat on the hanger, then removed his jacket and loosened his

Larry as he

Whack!

unleashed a brutal blow, his fist connecting with Larry’s

as he staggered back, instinctively clutching his swollen and

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

face became swollen, black and

every ounce of resilience, Larry extended his arm and successfully intercepted Tyrone’s punch.

from the corner of Tyrone’s mouth. He casually wiped it away, then let out a primal roar, hurling himself

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