Isaiah’s heart pounded like a drum. Every step toward Brooke’s house felt heavier than the last. His mom held his hand, her grip steady but firm, pulling him forward.
“Isaiah,” she said softly, “it’s time to face this. You can’t fix things hiding in your room forever. 💖”
Isaiah swallowed hard. “Mom… what if she hates me now? 😩”
She smiled knowingly. “Then we deal with it. But you’ll never know if you don’t try. 🌟”
1. Stepping Into the Unknown
The sidewalk felt endless, cold air biting at Isaiah’s cheeks. Every rustle of leaves made him jump.
“Deep breaths, Isaiah. 💨 You can do this,” his mom whispered.
“I… I’m trying,” he muttered, his fingers twitching nervously. “But my stomach feels like it’s twisting into knots.”
“Good. That means you care. That’s the first step,” she reassured him.
They finally reached Brooke’s front door. Isaiah’s hand hesitated near the doorbell. “Here goes nothing,” he muttered. His mom gave his hand a gentle squeeze before pressing it.
The chime echoed like a warning.
2. Bethany’s Unexpected Block
The door swung open—Bethany appeared, eyes sharp and mouth curled into a mischievous grin.
“Well, well, what do we have here? 👀” she asked, crossing her arms.
Isaiah froze, panic rising. His mom stepped forward politely.
“Hello, Bethany. We’re here to… um… talk to Brooke and apologize. 🙏”
Bethany tilted her head, smirk growing. “Apologize, huh? Interesting. But you’re not coming in. 🚫”
“We just want to speak with her. It won’t take long,” his mom tried, calm but firm.
Bethany laughed, sly and cruel. “Oh, no. I don’t think so. You two can leave right now. 🏃♂️💨”
3. Isaiah’s Plea
Isaiah stepped forward, voice shaking. “Wait… please… we just want to fix things! 😳”
Bethany’s eyes narrowed. “I said leave! You’re not welcome here! ❌”
Isaiah’s chest tightened. “Brooke… please… can you hear me?”
His mom put a hand on his shoulder, steadying him. “Stay calm. Don’t let her push you off course.”
But Isaiah’s eyes scanned the doorway desperately, hoping to see Brooke’s familiar face, the one that made his heart ache every second they were apart.
4. The Door Opens… But Not How He Hoped
Just as Isaiah’s hope began to fade, the door creaked again. A shadow appeared in the threshold.
It wasn’t Brooke.
It wasn’t Bethany either.
Isaiah’s stomach lurched.
“Who… who is that?” he whispered, almost to himself.
The shadow stepped forward, and a familiar, commanding voice rang out:
“Isaiah… I think it’s time we had a serious conversation.”
Isaiah’s eyes widened. He recognized that tone…
Larry.
5. Suspense: The Unseen Danger
Larry stood in the doorway, arms crossed, eyes locked on Isaiah. He didn’t move. He didn’t speak.
Isaiah’s mom stiffened. “Larry… this isn’t—”
Larry interrupted with a low, chilling growl.
“If you take one step closer… you won’t like what happens next.”
Isaiah froze. His heart hammered, Brooke still unseen behind the shadows of the house.
And in that tense silence… Isaiah realized this wasn’t just about Brooke anymore.
It was about surviving the storm Larry was about to unleash. 🌪️
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