Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

In their entanglement, her collar was drawn down, revealing the contours of her breasts in a tantalizing unveiling.
Tyrone’s eyes were bloodshot. The memories of their past sexual encounters flooded his mind. He could no longer control
himself.
He kissed Sabrina’s temple and sensually Licked her sensitive earlobes, causing her to groan and tremble.
Tyrone then trailed kisses down her neck, collarbone, and chest, gradually lifting her clothes.
Feeling uncomfortable, Sabrina murmured, “Ellen, don’t bite me.”
Tyrone stiffened, raised his head, and asked in a low voice, “Who is Ellen?”
Ellen seemed to be a girl’s name.

Tyrone was sure that Sabrina didn’t have any friends by that name.
As he replayed the recent scene in his mind, Tyrone couldn’t help but suspect that Ellen might be the child Sabrina had given
birth to.
Sabrina didn’t respond. She was peacefully asleep, her lips slightly pouting.
Determined not to give up, Tyrone leaned closer and whispered into her ear, “Sabrina, who is Ellen?”
“Who is Ellen?” Sabrina mumbled, her voice barely audible.
“Yes, Sabrina. Who is Ellen?”
“Ellen is—”
Suddenly, Sabrina clutched her forehead and curled up. Her face contorted in pain. Impatience laced her voice as she groaned,
“My head! It hurts!”
Concerned, Tyrone gently massaged her temples and whispered, “If you can’t remember now, don’t strain yourself. Just rest and
sleep.”
After a while, Sabrina’s distress subsided, and she finally drifted back to sleep.

Tyrone studied her serene sleeping face, his expression serious and contemplative.
Taking a moment, he tidied up Sabrina’s clothes and pulled the quilt over her. He lingered by her bedside, lost in thought, before
Leaving the room.
The next morning, Sabrina began to stir in her bed. Despite the early hour of 6 a.m., darkness still enveloped the outside world.
Slowly rousing from her sleep, she opened her eyes, squinting in pain as she was met with an immediate pulsating throb in her
head.
Shutting her eyes quickly, she lay in bed, resting for some time before mustering the energy to sit up again.
Sabrina tried to recall what happened the previous night. But she couldn’t remember anything.
Only vague, dream-like images of Tyrone flickered through her mind.
Sabrina looked down and realized that she was only wearing thermal underwear. She assumed that Aylin must have helped her
change.