Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

“Don’t be afraid, Sabrina. It’s me. I’m here,” Tyrone murmured in a hoarse voice, valiantly suppressing the bitterness and anger
he felt.
At the sound of the familiar voice, Sabrina stiffened.
She couldn’t believe her ears. Hope and wariness shining in her gaze, she carefully raised her head and looked at the man in
front of her through her messy hair.
It was the man Sabrina had been yearning to see for a long time.
Tears welled up in her eyes all of a sudden. She beat Tyrone’s shoulders with her fist and cried, “Why are you so late?”
Sabrina hadn’t shed a tear when she was bound and gagged, nor when Lanny’s blows landed. However, at the sight of Tyrone,
Sabrina couldn’t hold back her tears.
She knew that she shouldn’t ask for his help and that he had no obligation to save her every time.
Yet, he was the one Sabrina had hoped would come and rescue her and be her hero.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t make it earlier,” Tyrone apologized.
His throat constricted when he noticed Sabrina’s swollen face and the red mark on her neck. He gently wiped away the dirt from
her face and held her tightly.
“Don’t be afraid.”
Sabrina buried her face against his chest and sobbed uncontrollably, wetting his clothes with her tears.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y
Seeing this, Lanny couldn’t fathom how this seemingly useless and disobedient girl’s man had come to save her.
She felt her hard-earned money spent on buying Sabrina from human traffickers had been wasted.
Tyrone helped Sabrina remove the filthy and smelly overcoat, then covered her with his coat, draping it around her body. Tyrone
lifted Sabrina and walked over to where the sergeant and Damon were. While glancing back at Lanny, he said, “I’m taking
Sabrina with me. I’ll leave the matter here for you. We’ll talk about it after we get back.”
“Okay.” The sergeant nodded.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it,” Damon assured.
Lanny stared at Sabrina sulkily with her fists clenched. But she refrained from any action, mindful of the numerous police officers
and the formidable Tyrone present. Swallowing her frustration, she silently watched as Tyrone carried Sabrina away.
Tyrone retrieved his business card from his suit pocket and handed it to Ramon.
“Thank you for your great help. If you need anything, contact me.”
Ramon smiled.
“I only did what was the right thing. Human trafficking is against the law. Anyone who knew about it would have done the same
and reported it to the police.”
A villager echoed, “Yes, that’s right.”

When Ramon got home, he was going to throw the card away. He had no intention of asking anything from the man who gave it
to him. But the gilded name on the card had caught his eye, and he slipped it back into his pocket.