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.

room, he paused to address the waiter. “We’ll talk and didn’t want to be disturbed. We won’t be needing wine or fruits. You

The waiter nodded.

course, Mr. Blakely. Should you require anything,

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 he rolled his sleeves

Whack!

blow, his fist connecting with

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

his fingers just as Tyrone delivered another powerful punch,

knuckles connecting with

swollen, black and

resilience, Larry extended his arm and successfully intercepted Tyrone’s punch. In a

Tyrone’s mouth. He casually wiped it away, then let out a primal roar, hurling himself at Larry. They crashed to the ground in a whirlwind of fury, Tyrone

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