Bethany, in a burst of anger, ripped Brooke’s Chicago ticket, ensuring she wouldn’t be able to go on the trip.

  Bethany, in a burst of anger, ripped Brooke’s Chicago ticket, ensuring she wouldn’t be able to go on the trip.

“She Tore the Ticket — But Not the Choice” ✂️✈️🔥

“She Tore the Ticket — But Not the Choice” ✂️✈️🔥

Bethany paced back and forth across the living room, her heels hitting the tile like bullets.

The clock ticked loudly, but her impatience was louder.

Brooke stood across from her, suitcase halfway packed, excitement glowing on her face.

She held the Chicago plane ticket in her hand — the ticket Bethany hated.

> Bethany (sharp tone): “I’m telling you, Chicago is dangerous, Brooke. You are not going.”

Brooke rolled her eyes.

> Brooke: “Bethany, come on. I’m going with Mom — with Sharra. I’ll be fine.”

Brooke tried to smile, hoping to diffuse Bethany’s attitude. Bethany was like a second mom, sometimes protective to the point of suffocation.

But Bethany wasn't smiling.

> Bethany: “You don’t understand. Crime is everywhere. You don’t know the city.”

Brooke crossed her arms.

> Brooke: “And Atlanta is safe? Because last time I checked, you were begging Larry to go there with you!”

Bethany froze.

There it was — the truth Brooke had been thinking for days.

Bethany didn’t want her going to Chicago because Bethany wanted her in Atlanta instead.

Atlanta, where Bethany had her own plans.

Plans Brooke didn’t know about.

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The Argument Turns

> Bethany (voice rising): “Brooke, I said NO!”

Brooke lifted her chin, defiant.

> Brooke: “It’s my life. I want to go to Chicago. I want to be with Mom.”

And that one sentence hit Bethany like a punch.

She wasn’t just scared of Chicago…

She was scared of losing Brooke to Sharra.

Bethany stepped closer, almost whispering.

> Bethany: “You’re choosing her over me?”

Brooke didn’t answer.

Her silence said enough.

Bethany’s eyes darkened — that dangerous mix of jealousy and control.

> Bethany: “Give me that ticket.”

> Brooke: “No.”

Bethany reached forward to snatch it, but Brooke pulled her hand back.

For a moment, they both froze, staring at each other.

Bethany’s breathing became sharp.

Fast.

Unstable.

And then—

RIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP.

Bethany grabbed the ticket and tore it straight through the middle.

Brooke gasped.

> Brooke: “What did you do?!”

Bethany stood there, chest heaving, pieces of paper falling like snow between them.

> Bethany (coldly): “Now you’re not going anywhere.”

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Brooke’s Silence Breaks

Tears formed instantly in Brooke’s eyes — not just from the torn ticket, but from betrayal.

> Brooke (shaking): “Bethany… why?”

Bethany didn’t shout this time.

Her voice was heartbreakingly soft.

> Bethany: “Because I’m scared. Chicago is dangerous. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

Brooke wiped her tears, her voice trembling but strong.

> Brooke: “No. You didn’t do it because you care about me. You did it because you didn’t want me with her.”

Bethany blinked.

That truth cut deeper than any fight.

Brooke stepped back, distancing herself.

> Brooke: “You were trying to control me.”

Bethany wanted to explain — to say she just didn’t want to lose Brooke — but words failed her.

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Larry Walks In

Larry arrived at the worst possible moment.

He stepped inside and froze when he saw the shredded ticket on the floor.

> Larry: “What happened here?”

Brooke pointed at Bethany, voice breaking.

> Brooke: “She tore my ticket so I couldn’t go to Chicago.”

Larry looked at Bethany with shock — and disappointment.

> Larry: “Bethany… you did that?”

Bethany tried to defend herself.

> Bethany: “I was protecting her. Chicago —”

> Brooke (interrupting): “Protecting me? You want to send me to Atlanta! Atlanta is more dangerous!”

Larry turned to Bethany, confused.

> Larry: “Atlanta? You told me Chicago was dangerous.”

Bethany swallowed, caught between lies.

Brooke didn't stop.

> Brooke: “You didn’t want me going with Sharra. You wanted me going with you.”

Larry’s expression shifted — realization hit.

Bethany reached out.

> Bethany: “Brooke—”

Brooke pulled away.

> Brooke: “You tore my ticket. You tore my trust.”

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The Shift of Power

Bethany stood there, realizing what she had done.

She tore a ticket…

but she also tore the relationship.

Larry sighed and put a hand on Brooke’s shoulder.

> Larry: “We’ll fix it. I’ll buy another ticket.”

Brooke looked up, surprised.

Bethany’s heart cracked.

> Bethany: “Larry… don’t.”

Larry shook his head.

> Larry: “You don’t get to make this decision for her.”

Brooke walked toward the door, wiping her tears.

> Brooke: “Mom’s waiting for me in Chicago. I’m still going.”

Bethany whispered one last plea.

> Bethany (voice breaking): “Brooke, I just wanted you safe…”

Brooke paused in the doorway.

> Brooke: “Then let me live. Don’t lock me away.”

And with that, Brooke left with Larry to get a new ticket.

Bethany remained alone in the quiet house.

Surrounded by torn paper.

Surrounded by consequences.

> Bethany: “I didn’t lose her to Chicago… I lost her to my fear.”