Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

A trace of sorrow flickered in Tyrone’s eyes.
Sure enough, Sabrina did not concur...
She dismissed his concerns as unwarranted.
“Anything else? If not, I’ll take my leave.”
Releasing herself from his embrace, Sabrina pressed the up button and entered the waiting elevator.
Tyrone remained still, closing his eyes, and remaining utterly motionless. Stepping out of the elevator, Sabrina swiftly entered the
security code, unlocking the door to her apartment.
The living room lay in darkness.
After slipping on her slippers, she settled on the sofa, only to discover a Facebook message from Bettie when her phone was
powered off. Bettie had informed her of an impending business trip and her departure this afternoon.
Sabrina replied, “Wishing you a safe journey.”
In the dead of night, Sabrina was roused from slumber by an insistent pounding on her door.
In the dimness, her senses were muddled with sleep and not yet fully alert.
Bang! Another voice joined the cacophony.
This time, Sabrina was jolted awake. She blinked, confirming that someone was indeed pounding on her door.
Who on earth would be seeking her out at such an hour?
Initially, Sabrina considered ignoring it but the relentless noise proved too vexing.
In irritation, she switched on the bedside lamp, tossed the covers aside, rose from her bed, exited her bedroom and illuminated
the living room.
“Who is it?” she demanded of the intruder behind the door. A few more resounding knocks echoed through the silence.
“can’t you let me sleep? Who are you?” she exclaimed with growing exasperation.

Sabrina clenched her teeth and activated the night vision feature on her electronic monitor.
The viewing angle was somewhat peculiar, yet Sabrina managed to discern that the individual at the door was none other than
Tyrone.
Fury welled up within her as she swung the door open and demanded, “Tyrone, have you lost your mind... Hey, what on earth
are you doing?”
Before she could complete her sentence, Tyrone, who had been propped against the door, collapsed. It required a considerable
effort on Sabrina’s part to steady him.
A pungent alcohol stench assailed her senses. Had Tyrone been drinking this late at night?
He even dared to consume alcohol, showing a complete disregard for his stomach.