Destiny’s Refusal Ignites the Storm Read More
THE KNOCK AT THE DOOR”
The bruise was only the beginning. Destiny’s silence was a warning. And when Larry opens the door… the danger finally steps inside.
INT. LIVING ROOM – NIGHT
The door swings open.
Cold air rushes in.
Larry stands in the doorway—jaw tight, body coiled, ready.
A figure stands outside.
Tall. Broad shoulders. Hood pulled low.
Hands buried deep in pockets.
Still. Too still.
Destiny’s breath hitches.
Brooke clutches Destiny’s arm, pulling her back instinctively.
AT THE DOOR
LARRY
(low, controlled)
Can I help you?
The figure lifts his head.
A man in his early 20s.
Smirk carved across his face.
Eyes sharp. Familiar.
Too familiar.
Destiny stumbles backward.
THE MAN
(slow, casual)
I’m looking for Destiny.
Larry’s expression hardens instantly.
LARRY
Why?
The man shrugs, but there’s violence under the surface.
THE MAN
She forgot something.
Destiny’s voice cracks from across the room.
DESTINY
(terrified whisper)
Don’t… don’t let him in.
The man’s smirk grows.
He leans against the doorframe like he owns the place.
THE MAN
Come on, Des. Don’t be dramatic. We just need to talk.
Destiny shakes her head violently.
INT. LIVING ROOM – SAME
Brooke steps in front of Destiny protectively.
Larry shifts, placing part of his body in the doorway—blocking the man.
LARRY
You’re not talking to her tonight.
Or ever.
Now leave.
The man laughs under his breath.
THE MAN
(taunting)
You her guard dog now?
Larry doesn’t blink.
LARRY
Last warning.
Destiny trembles behind Brooke, hands shaking uncontrollably.
THE MAN
(eyes drifting past Larry)
Destiny, you really gonna hide behind them?
After everything I did for you?
Destiny flinches. Hard.
Larry’s fists clench at his sides.
LARRY
(voice dropping, dangerous)
Step back from my door.
Now.
The man doesn’t move.
Instead—he looks Larry dead in the eyes.
THE MAN
Or what?
The room tightens like a wire ready to snap.
INT. LIVING ROOM – DESTINY’S POV
Destiny’s breathing becomes quick, uneven.
Brooke squeezes her hand.
BROOKE
(whispering)
Des… please… tell us.
What did he do to you?
Destiny’s eyes blur with tears she can’t swallow down.
DESTINY
(soft, breaking)
You don’t understand…
He won’t leave unless—
unless someone makes him.
AT THE DOOR
Larry hears it.
Every muscle in him locks.
He steps fully between Destiny and the man—body a shield.
LARRY
You touch her again…
I swear—
you’ll regret it.
The man straightens, smirk fading.
THE MAN
So that’s how it is.
He takes a slow step forward.
Larry plants his feet.
Brooke gasps.
Destiny whispers—
DESTINY
Larry… don’t fight him. Please…
THE MAN
(glancing at Destiny)
I’m not leaving without her.
Larry moves before he can think.
Not a punch.
Not a grab.
Just a step.
A step that sends a message the man finally understands.
The man’s smile drops.
He steps back once.
Then again.
Eyes locked on Larry, measuring, calculating.
Finally—
THE MAN
Fine.
Have it your way.
He turns, walking into the darkness.
But before he disappears, he calls over his shoulder—
THE MAN
This isn’t over.
Larry slams the door shut.
The echo rattles the picture frames.
INT. LIVING ROOM – QUIET AFTERMATH
Destiny collapses onto the couch, breathing hard, tears streaming.
Brooke kneels next to her, arms around her.
Larry stands still.
Back to the door.
Hands shaking with rage and adrenaline.
Destiny looks up at him, voice trembling.
DESTINY
You shouldn’t have done that.
Now he’s going to be worse.
Larry turns to her, eyes blazing—not with anger at her, but for her.
LARRY
(soft but fierce)
No one is hurting you again.
Not while I’m breathing.
Destiny swallows hard—fear, relief, guilt, all tangled.
Brooke whispers:
BROOKE
Destiny… please.
Tell us who he is.
Destiny breaks.
Completely.
She sobs into her hands.
DESTINY
(through tears)
He was my boyfriend.
Brooke covers her mouth in shock.
Larry closes his eyes—pain hitting him like a blow.
Destiny continues, shaking uncontrollably.
DESTINY
I tried to leave…
and that’s when he—
She gestures to the bruise.
Larry opens his eyes.
Fire burns behind them.
LARRY
He’s not touching you again.
Ever.
Destiny wipes her tears, looking up at him.
DESTINY
(voice barely there)
Larry…
what are you going to do?
Larry doesn’t answer.
He just looks at the door.
Fade out.
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