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.

waiter. “We’ll talk and didn’t want to be disturbed. We won’t be needing wine or fruits.

The waiter nodded.

Should you require anything, feel free to

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

to Larry as he rolled his sleeves

Whack!

unleashed a brutal blow, his fist

mouth as he staggered back, instinctively clutching his swollen and bloodied Lips.

Larry glanced at the blood on his fingers just as Tyrone delivered

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

face became swollen,

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

let out a primal roar, hurling himself at Larry. They

hair was disheveled, their faces bloodied and bruised, and their bodies drenched in sweat. Their current state was in stark contrast to their earlier sophisticated demeanor when