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 disturbed. We won’t be needing wine or

The waiter nodded.

Blakely. Should you require anything, feel

Larry watched as Tyrone hung his coat on the hanger, then removed

gaze to Larry as he rolled his

Whack!

warning, Tyrone unleashed a brutal blow, his fist connecting with Larry’s

sent Larry reeling, blood gushing from his mouth as he staggered back, instinctively clutching

just as Tyrone delivered another powerful punch, the sickening thud echoing through the

the jolt of his knuckles connecting with flesh

became swollen, black

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

casually wiped it away, then let out a primal roar, hurling himself at

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

swollen cheek, Tyrone’s chest heaved