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.

paused to address the waiter. “We’ll talk and didn’t want to be disturbed. We won’t be

The waiter nodded.

Should you require anything,

the hanger, then removed his jacket and loosened his tie, tossing

Larry

Whack!

a brutal blow, his fist connecting

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

just as Tyrone delivered another powerful punch, the sickening thud

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

swollen, black

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

wiped it away, then let out a primal roar, hurling himself at Larry. They

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