Bethany vs Sharra read More
When tensions are already high, sometimes a single spark is all it takes to ignite an inferno.
Sharra wasn't about to let anyone hurt Destiny, not even Bethany. And this time, there would be no backing down.
1. The Quiet Before the Storm
The house was unnervingly silent.
Larry stood near the kitchen counter, rubbing his forehead in exhaustion, replaying the argument with Bethany over and over in his mind. It had been a breaking point. And he wasn’t sure if there was any going back from here.
Destiny sat on the far end of the couch, curled up and hugging her knees, her eyes still red from crying. The tension in the air felt thick and suffocating.
Bethany paced the living room, her heels clicking sharply on the hardwood floor. Every few seconds, she shot a glance at Larry, hoping he’d speak, but he kept his gaze fixed on the floor, unwilling to meet her eyes.
The room felt as though it were holding its breath, the silence stretching for far too long.
And then
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The sound was sharp and forceful. Three knocks—each one more insistent than the last.
Bethany froze.
Larry’s eyes narrowed.
Destiny sank deeper into the couch, a knot forming in her stomach.
Before anyone could make a move, the front door swung open.
2. Sharra’s Fury
Sharra stepped into the room like a force of nature, her eyes blazing with anger, her every movement radiating fury. She didn’t even bother to close the door behind her.
“Where is she?” Sharra’s voice cut through the room, sharp as a blade.
Bethany stiffened, taken off guard. “Sharra, what are you—”
Sharra didn’t let her finish.
She marched straight toward Bethany, her gaze never leaving her.
Sharra (demanding):
“Bethany, you threatened Destiny with the police?” 😳💥⚡
Bethany swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. “I… I didn’t threaten her. I just—”
Sharra (cutting in):
“Just WHAT?” Sharra’s voice raised an octave, her fury palpable. “You thought calling the police on a child would fix things?”
Destiny’s heart pounded in her chest, the tension in the room suffocating.
Larry stepped forward, hands raised in an attempt to diffuse the situation.
Larry (calm but firm):
“Sharra, calm down. Let’s talk—”
But Sharra didn’t listen. She was a hurricane, too consumed by her rage to stop.
Sharra (not backing down):
“No, Larry. I won’t calm down. Your wife crossed a line.”
3. Confrontation Intensifies
Bethany’s face reddened. Whether from guilt or anger, it wasn’t clear.
“I didn’t call the police on her,” Bethany muttered. “I just wanted to scare her a little, so she’d stop acting out.”
Sharra (sharply):
“Scare her? She’s a child, Bethany! You don’t traumatize a child because you can’t control your temper!”
Bethany flinched under Sharra’s words.
Larry exhaled heavily, his frustration evident, but still, the storm raged on.
Destiny’s voice was barely a whisper, but Sharra caught it.
Destiny (shaky):
“I didn’t do anything…”
Sharra’s anger softened for a split second.
She turned to Destiny, her eyes gentle.
Sharra (reassuring):
“I know, baby. I know you didn’t.”
But then, in an instant, Sharra whipped back to Bethany.
Sharra (demanding):
“You owe her an apology.”
Bethany’s jaw clenched as she folded her arms, her expression hardening.
Bethany (coldly):
“I don’t owe her anything. She needs discipline, Sharra—something you clearly never taught her.”
4. The Final Straw
That was it.
The words hit Sharra like a slap to the face.
Without thinking, Sharra stepped forward, her face inches from Bethany’s, her voice a low, menacing growl.
Sharra (threatening):
“Say that again.”
Bethany’s eyes flared with indignation, but before she could respond, Larry intervened.
Larry (sternly):
“Enough! Both of you.”
But the women didn’t listen. They were caught in a battle neither of them was willing to back down from.
Bethany folded her arms tighter, her chin lifted in defiance.
Bethany (coldly):
“Destiny has been creating chaos since day one. Someone needed to stop her.”
The words were like a knife to Destiny’s heart. Tears welled up in her eyes again, but she fought to hold them back.
Sharra’s hands shook with fury.
Sharra (scolding):
“You think traumatizing her is discipline? Threatening her with the police? Is that your idea of fixing things?”
Larry stepped forward once more, his voice deep with authority.
Larry (firmly):
“Bethany, Sharra is right. You went too far this time.”
Bethany turned on him, betrayal flashing in her eyes.
Bethany (hurt):
“So you’re taking her side now? Over your own wife?”
Larry’s response was unwavering.
Larry (calmly):
“I’m taking Destiny’s side. She’s the one who needed protection.”
The tension was suffocating.
Bethany’s eyes burned with a mixture of humiliation and resentment.
She hadn’t anticipated this. Hadn't expected Larry to turn on her, not like this.
5. The Moment of Truth
Bethany's voice cracked, finally breaking under the pressure.
Bethany (softly):
“What was I supposed to do?”
Sharra leaned in, her voice lowering to a dangerous whisper.
Sharra (pointing at Destiny):
“Not call the police. Not terrorize her. Not drag this house into another mess because you couldn’t control your emotions.”
Bethany blinked rapidly, the tears starting to form in her eyes. She was cornered—completely out of her depth.
Destiny’s voice came out in a quiet, trembling whisper from the couch.
Destiny (shaky):
“I didn’t mean to make anyone mad…”
Sharra immediately knelt in front of her, her voice full of warmth and reassurance.
Sharra (gentle):
“Baby, none of this is your fault. Not one bit.”
Larry nodded softly, his voice soft but firm.
Larry (comforting):
“Destiny, you didn’t do anything wrong.”
Bethany stood there, watching as Larry and Sharra comforted Destiny, a sickening realization growing in her gut. She was alone now—on the outside looking in.
Sharra stood up and turned back to face Bethany, her voice hard as steel.
Sharra (warning):
“If you ever threaten her again, Bethany… I promise you, you won’t like what happens next.”
Bethany’s breath caught, her throat tightening. She didn’t know whether it was the anger in Sharra’s voice or the coldness in Larry’s silence that hit hardest.
Larry remained silent, and that silence—his silence—was louder than any words.
The room felt like it was about to explode again, but this time, there was no going back.
Not for Bethany. Not for anyone.
The confrontation wasn’t over. It was only just beginning.
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