Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

“Umm. Yes.” Jennie lowered her head and fiddled with her hands, pointing her two fingers at each other.
“Now tell me why you’re upset with me,” Tyrone demanded.
“Hmm... Tyrone, didn’t you bring me a gift? What is it?” Jennie tried to change the topic.
“Jennie Blakely,” Tyrone said in a low voice.
“What is it, Tyrone?” Jennie blinked her big eyes innocently at him.
Seeing that Jennie was playing dumb, Tyrone chuckled and appeared angry.
“No gift for you now.”
“Oh no!” Jennie pouted, wrapping her arms around Tyrone’s neck and kissing his cheek.
“Tyrone, you’re the best.”
“Then why did you urge me to take you to see Sabrina if I am the best?”
Jennie smiled sheepishly.
Tyrone suddenly remembered the way Sabrina was last night. They shared the same expression of guilt.
Suddenly, Tyrone didn’t want to question Jennie anymore. He decided to let her be. Who knew what Jennie thought about in her
little head all day long?
Tyrone brought an exquisite and delicate music box out for Jennie.

Jennie’s eyes lit up when she saw it. Jennie cherished it so much that she cradled it carefully in her arms and played with it in the
living room for a considerable time. However, after a while, she looked up and sighed.
Angela’s Library
“Why hasn’t Sabrina woken up yet?”
At noon, Sabrina finally awoke to find herself in an unfamiliar room.
Suddenly, the memories of yesterday flooded her mind. She went to see Rita. In the middle of her meeting, Tyrone appeared and
took her away. She remembered sensing that something was wrong with her.
Fragmented scenes of the intimacy between her and Tyrone flashed before her eyes, causing her cheeks to flush. She closed
her eyes, and her long lashes trembled slightly.
She sensed her nakedness under the quilt.
“Ty...”
As Sabrina attempted to call out, a sharp sting in her throat caught her off guard, causing her eyes to well up with tears.
She found herself unable to speak at all.
Sitting in bed, Sabrina held the quilt against her chest and surveyed the room. Spotting a glass of water on the bedside table,
she chugged down mouthfuls, though the water hardly soothed her sore throat.