Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

“Tyrone?

No response.

Sabrina held onto him firmly, her voice growing stern, “Are you alright?”

Tyrone shut his eyes and exhaled heavily, still remaining unresponsive, as if he had been intoxicated beyond reason.

Sabrina couldn’t fathom how much Tyrone had drunk. He couldn’t maintain his balance.

But how had he managed to find his way to her doorstep in such a state?

Sabrina’s anger flared, compelling her to consider evicting him from her home.

Yet the night air was bitingly cold

With one hand, Sabrina slammed the door and exerted herself to guide Tyrone onto the sofa.

Out of the blue, Tyrone stumbled, crashing into the nearby table before lunging toward the couch.

Caught off guard, Sabrina’s head swam. By the time she grasped the situation, she found herself pinned down by Tyrone.

As their eyes met, Sabrina pushed against him and urged, “Tyrone, please, get up

Tyrone fixated his intense gaze upon her, his cerulean eyes locked onto hers.

A trace of apprehension brushed against Sabrina. She swallowed uneasily and spoke softly.

“Tyrone, it’s quite late, you see Um.”

Tyrone suddenly lowered his head and kissed her mouth, biting her lips rudely as he did so.

“Hmm. et

Sabrina’s nostrils were filled with the off-putting smell of alcohol. She felt dizzy and unable to breathe under his weight.

She attempted to push him off her but it was futile.

Then, Tyrone, took hold of her wrists, lifted them over her head and tore off her pajamas with his other hand.

Upon feeling an abrupt chill envelop her upper body, Sabrina was immediately jolted into sobriety.

“Tyrone! Please…”

In the ensuing moment, Tyrone gracefully descended to one knee, his upper body inclining toward her as his gaze bore into her with an ever- deepening intensity, tinged with an enigmatic emotion.

A storm of anger surged within her, causing her chest to heave violently and her body to tremble.