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“Sharra’s Warning: Bethany Needs to Leave”
INT. LARRY’S LIVING ROOM – EVENING
A slow-burning orange sky glows through the windows.
Inside, the silence is thick enough to choke on.
Bethany stands near the sofa arm, arms folded tight.
Larry hovers by the kitchen counter, gripping his phone.
The tension simmers—until a sharp knock breaks the air.
The door swings open before anyone can answer.
Sharra storms in, eyes locked on Larry, but she quickly redirects her glare to Bethany.
A dangerous quiet fills the room.
BETHANY
(under her breath)
This can’t be good.
LARRY
Sharra, just calm down—
SHARRA
(cutting him off; ice-cold)
Send Bethany home.
Bethany straightens, stunned.
BETHANY
Excuse me?
SHARRA
This is between me and Destiny. And Larry.
Not you. So stay out of it.
Larry starts forward, nervous.
LARRY
Sharra—
Bethany steps toward Sharra, heat rising in her face.
BETHANY
You think you get to walk in here and give orders?
SHARRA
I think I get to deal with my daughter without your interference.
BETHANY
Your daughter is destroying everyone in this house.
In case you haven’t noticed.
Sharra’s jaw tightens like it might crack.
SHARRA
And whose fault is that?
Larry feels the room contract around him.
LARRY
(low, pleading)
Please… not like this.
Sharra steadies her breath.
SHARRA
Larry, send her home.
I didn’t come to fight with Bethany.
I came to fix what Destiny is about to blow up.
Bethany lets out a cold, humorless laugh.
BETHANY
Fix? Destiny doesn’t listen to you.
Or Larry. She’s out there doing whatever she wants.
Sharra snaps, eyes blazing.
SHARRA
Because all of you keep meddling in things you don’t understand.
LARRY
Sharra, stop—
SHARRA
I told Destiny not to go after that money.
I told her not to pull Brooke into it.
But she did.
And now Larry is being dragged into things he shouldn’t be.
Bethany steps closer, voice rising.
BETHANY
Dragged? Larry is helping because someone has to!
Destiny is—
Sharra’s hand slices through the air.
SHARRA
Don’t say another word about my daughter.
Bethany breathes in hard, furious.
BETHANY
I’ll say whatever I want.
It’s my house too.
LARRY
(warning)
Bethany…
Sharra exhales slowly, controlled but dangerous.
SHARRA
Larry. Send. Her. Home.
Larry freezes between them.
Bethany’s voice softens—just a little.
BETHANY
Larry… don’t even think about it.
Sharra’s voice does not soften at all.
SHARRA
If she stays, I’m leaving.
And Destiny will burn everything by morning.
The words slice through the room.
Bethany’s anger pulses hotter.
BETHANY
So she’s threatening you now.
Great.
SHARRA
Not a threat.
Reality.
Destiny listens to me—barely.
If I walk away, she’ll go for Brooke next.
She’ll drag Larry deeper.
Then what?
Larry swallows hard.
LARRY
Sharra… Destiny already did pull Brooke into this.
Sharra snaps her head toward him.
SHARRA
What do you mean?
Bethany turns away. Larry hesitates.
Sharra steps in close, voice sharp.
SHARRA
Larry. What. Do. You. Mean.
Larry exhales.
LARRY
Destiny asked Brooke for money.
Brooke asked me.
I gave it to her.
Sharra goes still—too still.
Bethany whips her head toward Larry.
BETHANY
You told her why you gave it to Brooke?
LARRY
No. Not yet.
Sharra closes her eyes, fighting the shaking inside her.
SHARRA
Destiny took that money already?
LARRY
Yeah.
Sharra’s face twists—fear, fury, helplessness.
She moves toward the door instantly.
BETHANY
(blocking her)
No.
You’re not running off to clean up another one of Destiny’s messes
and blaming it on us.
SHARRA
(chilling whisper)
Move.
Bethany doesn’t budge.
Larry grabs Bethany’s shoulder.
LARRY
Bethany, please—
She pulls away sharply.
BETHANY
Don’t. Don’t you dare ask me to step aside for her.
Sharra turns to Larry, desperation breaking through the anger.
SHARRA
Larry. Send her home.
I need to deal with Destiny before she does something stupid tonight.
If Bethany stays, she’ll make things worse.
Bethany’s eyes widen, disbelieving.
BETHANY
Are you serious right now?
SHARRA
You escalate everything.
One word from you and Destiny will explode.
I’m trying to stop that.
BETHANY
You don’t get to decide how this house works.
SHARRA
(snapping)
You don’t get to decide how my daughter’s crisis works!
Larry’s chest tightens.
The room vibrates with tension.
LARRY
(shouting)
Okay—enough!
Both of you, stop!
But they don’t.
Bethany steps toward Larry, eyes burning.
BETHANY
If you ask me to leave…
If you send me home for her…
Sharra steps closer too, voice low and urgent.
SHARRA
If you let her stay, Destiny will spiral.
This is the line, Larry.
You choose how tonight goes.
Silence drops—heavy, electric, dangerous.
Bethany on one side—hurt and furious.
Sharra on the other—panicked and unyielding.
Larry in the middle—breaking.
Bethany whispers:
BETHANY
Say it, Larry.
Tell her I’m not going anywhere.
At the same time—
SHARRA
Send her home.
Before everything blows up.
The air trembles.
Larry opens his mouth—
A violent slam hits the porch outside.
All three jerk their heads toward the sound.
Bethany’s breath catches.
BETHANY
What was that?
Sharra’s eyes widen with dread.
SHARRA
Please don’t tell me—
Larry already knows.
He doesn’t have to say it.
Destiny is here.
And she’s not calm.
Tonight, everything breaks.
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