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.

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

The waiter nodded.

Blakely. Should you require anything, feel

Larry watched as Tyrone hung his coat on the hanger, then removed his jacket and loosened his tie, tossing it

to Larry

Whack!

blow, his

he staggered back, instinctively clutching his swollen and bloodied Lips. Blood marred his

just as Tyrone delivered another powerful punch, the

the jolt of his knuckles connecting with

swollen,

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

corner of Tyrone’s mouth. He casually wiped it away, then let out a primal roar, hurling himself at Larry. They crashed to the ground in a

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

swollen cheek, Tyrone’s chest heaved with