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.

talk and didn’t want to be

The waiter nodded.

Mr. Blakely. Should you require anything, feel free to call

the door. Larry watched as Tyrone hung his coat on the hanger,

to Larry as he rolled his sleeves

Whack!

Tyrone unleashed a brutal blow, his fist connecting with

as he staggered back, instinctively

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

the jolt of his knuckles connecting with flesh as he

swollen,

Larry extended his arm and successfully intercepted Tyrone’s punch.

casually wiped it away, then let out a primal roar, hurling himself at Larry. They crashed to the ground in a whirlwind of fury, Tyrone releasing a storm of

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 sophisticated demeanor when they entered the

chest heaved with the effort to catch his