**“Shayla has no idea what’s coming — her trust is about to break, and Delicia is finally ready to take the revenge she’s been holding onto… and this time, Shayla is the one in danger.”** Read More

 

Shayla’s Karma Loading: The Trees, The Styling… and The Betrayal Coming

The sun was sliding down behind the Atlanta skyline when Shayla walked out of the apartment complex, her steps light, her mind even lighter. Anyone watching her would’ve thought she was carefree — but the truth was hiding behind her smile. Shayla wasn’t calm… she was high. Not off the trees, no. Off the feeling of control.

She thought she had everything handled.

She thought she was safe.

She thought Delicia was her friend.

But everyone watching saw something Shayla didn’t — karma circling back with a smile.

 INT. LUXURIOUS LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

The room is dimly lit, ambient city lights filtering through tall glass windows. Shayla lounges on a velvet couch, a smug smile on her face.

SHAYLA
(to herself)
Finally… everything’s under control.

She sips wine, watching Delicia interact with Iman, who is laughing softly at something only she finds funny.

CUT TO:

AMBER standing by the doorway, arms crossed. Her eyes narrow, scanning Delicia’s movements.

AMBER
(whispering to herself)
Something’s off…

Delicia notices Amber but doesn’t react. Her smile is calm, almost predatory.

INT. STYLING ROOM – NIGHT

IMAN sits in a chair, her hair half-styled. Delicia drapes a silk scarf around her shoulders.

IMAN
(smiling, unaware)
You always know exactly what looks good…

DELICIA
(softly, almost a whisper)
That’s because I watch… very carefully.

She brushes Iman’s hair with deliberate slowness. Their eyes meet for a fraction of a second — a subtle chemistry sparks that Shayla doesn’t notice from the other room.

CUT TO:

SHAYLA entering the room, holding a drink.

SHAYLA
(to Iman)
How’s my little stylist doing? Keeping busy?

IMAN
(nervous laugh)
Yes… Shayla. Very busy.

Delicia steps back, smiling sweetly at Shayla.

DELICIA
(softly)
She’s doing wonderfully.

Amber watches Delicia’s smile, the corner of her lips twitching.

AMBER
(muttering)
Storm’s coming…

INT. KITCHEN – NIGHT

Shayla pours herself a drink, sets it down, then pulls out a small pack of cigarettes. She lights one.

DELICIA
(leaning casually)
Careful… not everything you touch should be smoke and mirrors.

Shayla laughs, waving her off.

SHAYLA
(teasing)
Relax… I’m untouchable.

DELICIA
(smiling faintly)
We’ll see.

INT. SHAYLA’S BEDROOM – NIGHT

Kai’s small toys scatter across the floor. Shayla packs a bag, quietly glancing at her sleeping son.

SHAYLA
(softly, to herself)
Just a few days with Anthony… it’s fine.

She tucks the bag beside the crib, kisses Kai on the forehead, and leaves.

INT. ANTHONY’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

Anthony sits on a leather couch, Kai on his lap.

ANTHONY
(smiling at Amber)
Don’t worry… he’s gonna fill in the missing piece.

Amber nods, watching the boy’s small hands grasp Anthony’s fingers.

CUT TO:

EXT. LUXURIOUS LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

Delicia and Iman sit close, their conversation low, almost secretive.

IMAN
(whispering)
Do you really think she’ll notice?

DELICIA
(leaning in, intense)
No. She never does… until it’s too late.

Shayla walks past them, oblivious, laughing at something trivial.

DELICIA
(under her breath)
Counting… every slight, every word, every look.

Amber watches from the side, tense.

AMBER
(to herself)
She’s planning something…

INT. LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

Shayla collapses on the couch, a new drink in hand.

SHAYLA
(smirking)
This is easy… I’m untouchable.

Delicia enters slowly, a glass of her own. She sits across from Shayla, hands folded, calm.

DELICIA
(smiling dangerously)
Sometimes… the untouchable fall the hardest.

Shayla scoffs, taking a long sip.

SHAYLA
(sarcastic)
You and your little warnings… you’re cute.

Delicia doesn’t respond. Her eyes lock on Shayla’s with a cold intensity.

CLOSE UP: Delicia’s eyes, sharp, calculating.

DELICIA
(voice barely above a whisper)
Waiting… for the perfect moment.

INT. STYLING ROOM – NIGHT

Iman laughs quietly at something Delicia says, their heads close together. Shayla walks in, sees them, frowns slightly.

SHAYLA
(annoyed)
What’s so funny over here?

IMAN
(nervously)
Nothing… just… a joke.

Shayla doesn’t notice the subtle tension between Delicia and Iman.

DELICIA
(smiling)
Just… sharing a moment.

Amber watches from the doorway, silent but alert.

AMBER
(whispering)
She’s about to strike…

INT. LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

Shayla’s hand trembles slightly as she lights another cigarette. Delicia takes a slow step forward.

DELICIA
(calmly)
Careful, Shayla… some fires burn hotter when you think you’ve tamed them.

Shayla laughs, dismissive.

SHAYLA
(teasing)
You’re dramatic, Delicia.

Delicia’s smile widens — a dangerous, almost unreadable curve.

DELICIA
(soft, dangerous)
Drama… is nothing compared to patience.

Amber leans against the wall, silent but her face tight with anticipation.

CLOSE UP: Shayla, unaware, swirling her drink, oblivious to the storm brewing just feet away.

DELICIA
(whispering, just for herself)
Counting days… counting moments… waiting for you to slip.

IMAN
(softly, almost inaudible)
It’s coming…

EXTREME CLOSE UP: Delicia’s eyes glint, a mixture of cunning and quiet menace.

FADE OUT ON:

Amber’s tense expression.

Delicia’s predatory smile.

Shayla, laughing, unaware.

TITLE CARD:
“Some debts… can’t be ignored forever.”