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

The waiter nodded.

require

shut the door. Larry watched as Tyrone hung his coat on the hanger, then removed his jacket and loosened his tie, tossing it casually on the sofa.

to Larry as he rolled his

Whack!

blow, his

impact sent Larry reeling, blood gushing from his mouth as he staggered back, instinctively clutching his swollen and bloodied Lips. Blood marred his

fingers just as Tyrone delivered another powerful punch,

his knuckles connecting with flesh as

swollen, black and

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

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 whirlwind of

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

pressing his swollen cheek, Tyrone’s chest heaved with the