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.

talk and didn’t want to be disturbed. We won’t be needing wine

The waiter nodded.

Blakely. Should you require anything, feel free

the hanger, then removed his jacket

to Larry as he rolled

Whack!

a brutal blow, his fist

blood gushing from his mouth as he staggered back, instinctively

as Tyrone delivered another powerful punch, the sickening thud echoing through

connecting with flesh as he struck again,

face became swollen, black and

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

primal roar, hurling himself

Their hair was disheveled, their faces bloodied and bruised, and their bodies drenched in sweat. Their current state was