Brooke is going to leave the house because of Bethany and Larry, and now she’s moving to Sharra’s house 🏠😳 Read More

 Brooke is going to leave the house because of Bethany and Larry, and now she’s moving to Sharra’s house 🏠😳 Read More 

 Brooke’s Decision 🏠🔥

INT. BROOKE’S BEDROOM - NIGHT

BROOKE (16) sits on her bed, knees pulled to chest. Eyes red from holding back tears. Her younger sister EMMA (13) watches from the doorway.

BROOKE (whisper, breaking) I can’t keep doing this, Em. Every day it’s screaming. Doors slamming. I feel like I’m disappearing in my own house.

EMMA You’re really gonna leave?

BROOKE I have to. Sharra already said yes. Just for a while. Until they figure their shit out.

She grabs her phone, thumbs shaking as she texts.

BROOKE (typing aloud) “Can you pick me up tonight? I’m done.”

Instant reply bubble.

SHARRA (text): “On my way. Pack light, babe.”

Downstairs.

INT. LIVING ROOM - SAME TIME

BETHANY paces like a caged animal. LARRY sits on the couch, head in his hands.

BETHANY She’s being dramatic. Running to Sharra every time we argue? That’s not normal.

LARRY (quiet, tired) Beth. She’s sixteen. Caught between us and whatever hell is happening at school. We’re not giving her a home right now. We’re giving her a warzone.

BETHANY So what, we just let her go?

LARRY We don’t have a choice if we want her to come back.

Upstairs, Brooke stuffs clothes into a duffel. Fast. Determined.

She pauses at her desk—grabs the family photo from last summer. Stares at it for three long seconds… then shoves it face-down into a drawer.

Headlights sweep across the window.

INT. HALLWAY - MINUTES LATER

Brooke drags the bag down the stairs. Bethany and Larry freeze when they see her.

BETHANY (sharp) Brooke. What is this?

BROOKE (voice steady, but eyes wet) I’m staying at Sharra’s. I need space. From both of you.

LARRY (standing slowly) Kiddo…

BROOKE (cuts him off, soft but firm) I love you guys. But I can’t breathe here anymore.

The doorbell rings.

Sharra’s silhouette through the glass.

Brooke opens the door without waiting for permission.

SHARRA (concerned smile) Ready?

Brooke nods. Steps over the threshold.

BETHANY (stunned, voice cracking) You’re really just… leaving?

Brooke stops. Turns back. One last look at both of them.

BROOKE I’m not running away. I’m surviving.

She walks out.

The door closes with a soft, final click.

Bethany and Larry stand in the sudden silence of the house that suddenly feels way too big.

LARRY (whisper) We just lost her.

BETHANY (tears finally falling) No. We pushed her out.

Outside, Brooke climbs into Sharra’s car. She doesn’t look back again.

As they pull away, the porch light flickers once—then dies.

FADE OUT.

TO BE CONTINUED…