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.

didn’t want to be disturbed. We

The waiter nodded.

course, Mr. Blakely. Should you require anything, feel

as Tyrone hung his coat on the hanger, then removed his jacket and

lifted his gaze to Larry as he

Whack!

blow, his fist

his mouth as he staggered back, instinctively clutching his swollen and

glanced at the blood on his fingers just as Tyrone delivered another

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

face became swollen,

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

a primal roar, hurling himself at Larry. They crashed to the ground in a whirlwind of fury, Tyrone releasing a storm of pent-up

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.

his swollen cheek, Tyrone’s chest heaved with the effort to catch