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.

the 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.

you require

his coat on the

Larry as he rolled

Whack!

Tyrone unleashed a brutal blow, his fist

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

as Tyrone delivered

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

face became swollen, black

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

roar, hurling himself at Larry. They crashed to the

struggle, they finally ceased their violent exchange, 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 their earlier