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.

didn’t want to be disturbed. We won’t be needing wine or fruits. You

The waiter nodded.

Blakely. Should you require anything, feel free

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

to Larry as he

Whack!

a brutal blow, his fist connecting with

from his mouth as he staggered back, instinctively

at the blood on his fingers just as Tyrone delivered another powerful punch, the

knuckles connecting with flesh as he struck again, breaking Larry’s

became swollen, black and

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

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 releasing a

the floor, the other slumped on the sofa. Their hair was disheveled, their faces bloodied and bruised, and their bodies drenched in sweat. Their