Tyrone couldn’t bear it any longer. He walked away from the theater, away from the cheering crowds, away from the cameras, away from the shattered remains of his happily ever after. His hands fell as he walked across the sidewalk like the remnants of his dreams.Tyrone walked for what felt like hours, his polished dress shoes pinching his feet, his tie hanging loose around his neck. He found himself in a denser part of town, neon signs buzzing and flickering in the growing darkness. One establishment caught his eye: "The Broken Heart Saloon." A bitter laugh escaped his lips. How fitting for his present situation, what a coincidence.Pushing open the wooden door, Tyrone was enveloped by the smoky interior. The bar was dimly lit, populated by a handful of men who looked as lost and dejected as he felt. He slumped onto a cracked leather bar stool, raising a hand to catch the bartender's attention." What'll it be?" the grizzled man asked, eyeing Tyrone's rough formal wear with a mixture
Tyrone had always prided himself on being a gentleman with composure, but tonight, that composure was unwinding at an alarming rate. His apartment which had solitude, has now become the stage for a different kind of drama. The room was quiet except for the soft rustle of bed linens. Tyrone had come here, hoping to find Judy and bring some sense of normalcy back into their lives. But the sight that greeted him as he pushed open the door was anything but normal. Judy, the woman he had imagined spending his life with, was entangled with another man, the director, a figure whose arrogance and charm had always chewed on him.Without a second thought, Tyrone anger kept growing without bounds. His vision reduced and his natural thinking was being replaced with uncontrollable rage. He surged for rage, throwing his fists into the room with a shout. “You son of a bitch!” Tyrone’s voice filled with fury.Judy’s eyes was wide open in shock as she tried to stay away, holding tight the bedspread t
Suddenly Judy face changed and her countenance actually changed into someone who Tyrone wasn’t familiar with. “You pathetic, insecure man,” Judy said, her words stinging in Tyrone’s skin. Her hands were tightened at her sides, her curated manicured nails digging into her palms. “Did you really think you were a match against him? He’s an award-winning director, and you’re nothing but a washed up loser that can’t admit when he loses.”Tyrone's eyes widened as each word was a physical blow. He tried to look in Judy’s eyes, his swollen face a testament to the beating he had received earlier. “Judy, I saw you with him on our bed. Are you kidding me, how could you?”“How could I?” Judy cut him short, her laugh now bitter and cold. “How could it not be? What he’s offering is everything you can never think of offering yourself in the first place, fame, wealth and a real career. What were you going to give me, Tyrone? A life watching us live a normal life, a normal American family as you alway
Tyrone tried walking out of the house almost staggering and falling, his vision covered by blood trickling down his face. He had just lost the fight with the director, lost everything in whole, and right not he was left with nothing but a painful heart and aches of his battered body.The cool air of the night met his face as he managed to walked down the stairs, almost losing his balance. His legs were so light that couldn’t support his weight. But he had to keep moving, he just couldn’t stop. He needed to get to the hospital, he needed help before he faints or before the injuries become serious.As he staggered down the sidewalk, the events of the past hour played on repeat in his mind like some sick, twisted movie.*Walking into their bedroom, seeing Judy naked and writhing beneath the director.The look of shock on their faces as they scrambled to cover themselves.Judy's voice, shrill and panicked: "Tyrone! It's not what it looks like!" The director, smugly buttoning his shirt: "Sor
The doctor nodded, scribbling something on a clipboard. "Mr. Tyrone, you've lost a lot of blood. We need to get you into surgery right away."Tyrone tried gesturing, but the small movements he made sent more pain through his body. He bit his lip and was determined not to cry out. As he was being prepped for surgery, attaching various monitors, Tyrone’s thought kept drifting in and out to Judy.How could she do that? After all they had been through, how could she just leave him hanging like this? Why did she pick the day of their wedding? The image of her on the bed with the direction kept giving a constant source of pain rivalling the knife wound in his side that he got from the fight.As he was about to get wheeled into the operating room, a nurse walked up to him, holding out Tyrone’s cell phone. “Mr. Tyrone, your phone keep ringing nonstop and it's the same caller, do you want to take the call before we go in or I should drop it?”Tyrone hesitated. Who could be calling him now? Eve
Tyrone stumbled out the hospital bed, his vision blurry as he fumbled around. Blood dripped from his chine, staining the white and blue patterned overall the hospital gave out to patients who were admitted. The hospital ward exit loomed before him, in his painstaking state."Sir, do you need help? How and why did you get out of bed?" A concerned voice pierced through the mist of his thoughts.Tyrone tried to respond, but only managed to moan. He was in serious pains. His legs gave way, and he felt himself falling. Strong arms caught him before he hit the ground."We need a stretcher here!" The voice called out, urgent and authoritative.As Tyrone was lifted onto the stretcher, the events of the past few hours flashed through his mind. He was already getting better, what happened to him? Today just can’t get any better.The fluorescent lights of the emergency room ceiling blinded him as he was wheeled inside. Nurses swarmed around him, their voices saying medical terms he definitely co
The bouquet of red roses sitting pretty in the trash bin, the sweet fragrance interlocking with the smell of coffee and also last night’s leftovers. Alexis just couldn’t take her eyes off them, her fists tightened. Still the memories of Haven's betrayal were still fresh.It had been five days since she caught her husband in a compromising position with his secretary, Cassandra. Five days of silence, of avoiding eye contact, of pretending Haven didn't exist. Five days of him trying to explain, to apologize, to make things right. But Alexis wasn't ready to listen. Not yet.She walked away from the trash bin and tried to make herself breakfast, the sound of the kitchen pots and spoons filled the air. She heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Her body froze but didn’t turn around."Good morning, Alexis," Haven said softly, his voice laced with hope and trepidation.Alexis kept whisking eggs, pretending to have not heard him. She knew he was staring at her, hope for her to face him.Have
Tyrone’s eyes opened weakly, the bright light of the fluorescent of the hospital room assaulting his vision. The steady beep of the heart monitor fill the room with its little noise, a constant reminder of his delicate situation. He tried to change his position on the bed, but still a pain shot through his body causing him to groan a little."Easy there, buddy," a familiar voice said from beside him, which he recognized to be Fred’s. "You've been through hell, don’t stress it too much.""I need... I need some time," Tyrone said finally, his voice barely audible but weak and full of anguish.Fred nodded, standing up. "Of course, man. I'll go grab some coffee, give you a few minutes. You want anything?"Tyrone shook his head meaning he didn’t want anything, then Fred patted his shoulder and left the room. As Fred closed the door behind his friend, Tyrone gave a shaky breath, tears starting to form in his eyes and he tried to hold it.He tried to sit up, ignoring the pain that shot throu
Tyrone had just settled down on the couch, feet propped up on the coffee table, his fingers apathetically flicking through the tv channels. He had arranged to spend his end of the week unwinding, free from any dramatization. His life had been serene ever since he and Vanessa broke up months back. In spite of the fact that their relationship had been a tornado of enthusiasm, it was moreover full with superfluous contentions, control, and manipulations. He was happy it was over. He was happier now, centering on himself, and now not weighed down by her passionate rollercoaster. The doorbell rang, pulling Tyrone out of his thoughts. He looked at his wristwatch, scowling. He wasn’t expecting anybody. He hurled the inaccessible onto the sofa and headed toward the front door. Opening it, he was met with the sight of none other than Vanessa standing on his balcony, her arms crossed over her chest, her regular grin settled on her lips. Tyrone flickered in shock. “Vanessa? What are you doin
Vanessa observed the sun plunge underneath the skyline through her loft window. Its searing orange beams cast long shadows over her living room, coordinating the turmoil roiling in her mind. Tyrone had been hers—once. They had went through a long time together, building dreams and making plans for the longer term. But all of that changed when Judy entered the picture. Vanessa clenched her clench hands, her knuckles white against the scenery of her profound brown skin. Judy had stolen Tyrone. No—she had enticed him, attracted him away, demolished everything. It wasn’t reasonable. Vanessa paced back and forward in her little, faintly lit flat, her bare feet making delicate crashes against the wooden floor. The sharpness chewed at her. Months had passed since Tyrone and Judy had gotten hitched, and Vanessa’s life had spiralled ever since. Each time she saw them together, grinning, living the life she ought to have had, a new piece of her, smashed. She seems to feel herself falling more
Judy faltered for a minute before she thumped on Tyrone’s front door. Her heart was beating, her palms were clammy, and she may still feel the sting of their final contention new in her mind. The battle they had before she raged out was unstable, filled with yelling, allegations, and a torrent of feelings, not one or the other of them had completely caught on at the time. Tyrone had blamed her for not trusting him, and Judy had let go back, irate and harmed, that he was still hung up on his ex, Vanessa. She knew she shouldn’t be back here so before long, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that they had left things uncertain. After what felt like an forever, the door swung open, and there stood Tyrone, his expression incoherent. His dim eyes bolted onto hers, and for a moment, not one or the other of them talked. The pressure between them was thick, as in spite of the fact that the contention was still hanging within the air , overwhelming and unwavering. “Judy?” Tyrone’s voice brok
Judy had been pacing her flat for hours, the cadenced tap of her heels against the wooden floor as it were sound breaking the hush. She looked at her phone for the tenth time in as many minutes, her thumb drifting over Tyrone's title. It was continuously the same with him—pulling her in, pushing her away, as if to drag her back once more. But this time, Judy decided things would be different . She wasn’t going to let him just walk back into her life without a few kinds of confirmation. She knew precisely what she needed, and she knew she had use. Over town, Tyrone sat at his table, gazing at the city horizon through the wide windows of his office. His domain sprawled out underneath him, a kingdom built on canny deals and heartless aspiration. However, none of it appeared to matter when his thoughts floated to Judy. Their relationship was like a storm, all-consuming and outlandish to foresee. He had made his botches, more than he cared to tally, but he was prepared to make things righ
Tyrone stood outside the door, his hands trembling as he clenched and unclenched his clench hands. The late evening sun showered the neighbourhood in a brilliant tone, but Tyrone felt nothing but the weight of his inconveniences. He might feel the sweat on his chin, each ball of sweat reminding him of the storm brewing in his life. He took a deep breath, his heart beating in his chest, and thumped on the door. Some seconds passed before he listened to the rearranging of feet from the other side. His beat enlivened. Would she indeed open the door? The door squeaked open, and there she stood—Judy, his spouse, the love of his life. She looked at him with a blend of shock and guardedness, her eyes checking his face as if looking for answers he didn’t have. She was wearing a formal blue dress that he had continuously cherished, but presently it felt like a boundary between them, an update of the life they had shared and the one they had misplaced. “What do you need, Tyrone?” Judy inquir
Vanessa had continuously been the kind of lady who got what she needed. She had the charm, the looks, and the mind to drag anybody into her circle. When she and Tyrone were together, they were the envy of everybody they knew. They were the “it” couple—the idealised coordinate, everybody said. But that was a long time back, before Tyrone met Alexis, before everything changed. Vanessa stood at the entrance of the swarmed bar, filtering the ocean of faces until she spotted him. Tyrone sat at a little table by the window, nursing a drink and gazing vacantly out into the night. He looked good—maybe more than he had the last time she saw him, she thought. His shoulders were broader, his fashion more refined, but his eyes still held that recognizable thoughtfulness. Vanessa took a deep breath and walked over, her heels clicking against the wooden floor. “Tyrone,” she said, her voice light, nearly perky, as she pulled the chair over from him and sat down without holding up for a welcome. T
The sun had scarcely risen, but Judy was as of now situated at her extravagant living room couch, coffee in hand, as she looked over thoughtlessly through her phone. Her mornings ordinarily started with a calming routine—coffee, a scroll through social media, and a brief look at the features. But nowadays it is different. As she scrolled through the most recent prattle, her heart halted. A strong feature flashed over her screen: *"Vanessa Reported Pregnant With Tyrone's Child!" Judy’s grasp fixed on her phone, her breath stuck in her throat. Vanessa, Tyrone’s ex-girlfriend, was pregnant. And not just pregnant—pregnant with Tyrone’s child. Judy squinted, hoping the headline to stop, but the words remained the same, dazzling back at her with the cruelty of truth. Her vision obscured as her mind dashed back to all the discussions she’d had with Tyrone about belief, about trustworthiness, and around their future together. He’d told her about Vanessa, about the muddled breakup, and about
Tyrone sat at the edge of his bed, the morning sun casting long shadows on the floor. He hadn’t rested a wink. His mind was a tangled mess of questions, questions, and outrage. He knew one thing for sure: he was planning to get to the foot of the mess that had ended up in his life. The last few weeks had been a hurricane of disclosures and heartbreaks, and Tyrone felt like he was suffocating within the chaos. Vanessa’s pregnancy declaration had hit him like a cargo prepare. They had dated a long time before, but Tyrone was certain their relationship had finished for good. He had moved on, hitched Judy, and begun a life he thought would be filled with adore and solidness. But Vanessa’s sudden return, tummy swollen with child, had tossed everything into confusion. Tyrone ran a hand over his tired face and let out a profound moan. His phone buzzed on the nightstand, breaking the hush. He glanced at the screen—another missed call from Judy. He couldn’t bring himself to reply. Judy had
Tyrone hadn't seen or listened from Vanessa in about a long time. Their relationship had finished in blazes, the kind of breakup that clears out no room for compromise or inviting farewells. So when he spotted her name blazing on his phone one evening, his heart skipped a beat. Recollections of their unstable relationship came flooding back, and he wavered before replying. "Hi?" Tyrone’s voice was cautious, as as if bracing for the most obvious. There was a delay on the other end, and for a minute, he thought she might have hung up. At that point, Vanessa's voice came through, sounding uniquely repressed. "Tyrone, it's me." He breathed out strongly, feeling a blend of alleviation and unease. "Vanessa. Typically ... scared." "Better believe it, I know," she answered, her voice temperamental. "I wouldn't be calling if it wasn't critical." Tyrone scowled, his mind dashing with conceivable outcomes. Vanessa was not one to reach out for unimportant things, particularly not after the w