Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

“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.

entered the room, he 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, feel free

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

Larry as he rolled his

Whack!

a brutal blow, his fist connecting with

as he staggered back, instinctively clutching his swollen and bloodied

his fingers just as Tyrone delivered another

of his knuckles connecting with flesh as he struck

became swollen, black and

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

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

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

heaved with the effort to catch his