Bethany will call the police and hand Destiny over to them.
“It only took one kick to start a war she couldn’t hide from.”
Destiny knew the day was doomed long before the shouting began. The air in the room carried a thick, metallic tension—sharp enough to slice through. Bethany had been watching her since morning, each glare colder than the last, each silence louder than a scream. Something was going to snap. Destiny felt it. Bethany felt it. Everyone felt it.
What no one expected was how it would snap.
1. Cracks in the Calm
Destiny tried to keep her cool, but Bethany had a talent for needling her nerves.
Destiny: “Why are you always interfering, Bethany?!”
Her voice trembled—not out of fear, but the kind of anger that rises when you’ve been pushed one time too many.
Bethany stepped closer, eyes blazing with bitter resentment.
Bethany: “Interfering? Me? You don’t know half the things I put up with. You act like you can walk in and rearrange my whole life!”
They stood inches apart, breath colliding, fury clashing. Destiny’s fists tightened at her sides. Bethany’s posture straightened, shoulders squared as if preparing for impact.
Destiny: “Back. Off. I mean it.”
Bethany’s lips curled into a mocking smirk.
Bethany: “Or what? You’ll finally do something?”
Destiny didn’t reply.
She acted.
2. The Kick Heard in the Whole Room
It happened fast—so fast Bethany barely saw anything before it struck.
Destiny lunged, delivering a clean, sharp kick to Bethany’s backside.
A stunned gasp escaped Bethany’s throat as she lost balance and crashed onto the floor with a loud thud. 💥
Her palms slapped the ground, her hair fell into her face, and for a moment she just froze—shocked, humiliated, outraged.
Bethany: “You—YOU DARED?!”
Her voice cracked with disbelief.
Destiny stood her ground, chest rising and falling, refusing to flinch.
Destiny: “I warned you.”
Bethany staggered up, trembling with rage.
Bethany: “This isn’t over. I’m calling the police!”
Destiny’s eyes widened for a split second, but she forced herself to remain calm.
Destiny: “Do what you think you must.”
3. Sirens, Statements, and Storms
Bethany grabbed her phone like it was a weapon, dialing with shaking fingers.
Bethany: “Yes—send someone immediately! There’s been an assault!”
Minutes later, sirens wailed through the night. 🚨
Red and blue lights flickered against the walls.
The officers entered, assessing the scene with practiced neutrality.
Officer: “We need statements from both of you.”
Bethany pointed dramatically at Destiny.
Bethany: “She kicked me! On my backside! She knocked me down!”
Destiny inhaled deeply.
Destiny: “I defended myself. She provoked me the entire day.”
The officers exchanged looks—professional, unreadable—and motioned for Destiny to come with them for questioning. Destiny nodded, knowing resistance would only worsen things.
As she was led outside, Bethany muttered under her breath:
Bethany: “This isn’t the end, Destiny. I’ll make sure of it.”
Destiny shot her one last look—frustrated, exhausted, but unbroken.
Destiny: “You’ll have to try harder than that.”
4. Two Sides of the Same Night
At the station, the atmosphere was calmer, cooler. Destiny spoke clearly, describing every detail—Bethany’s glances, the escalating argument, the moment she felt threatened.
The officers listened, took notes, and eventually concluded she would be released.
Officer: “Avoid further conflict. Let things cool down.”
Destiny nodded, relieved but drained.
Across town, Bethany sat on her couch replaying the humiliation.
Every second of that fall echoed in her mind—the kick, the shock, the eyes watching.
Her pride didn’t just ache.
It burned.
Bethany (to herself): “She embarrassed me… She kicked me… in front of everyone.”
Her anger was a thundercloud—dark, heavy, crackling with the promise of something worse.
Destiny, meanwhile, tried to steady her breathing as she walked home. She felt relief, but mixed with a new worry. This wasn’t over. Bethany wouldn’t let it be. And Destiny knew she’d need calm, strategy, and strength to face what would come next.
The tension between them was no longer just a moment.
It was a fuse lit on both ends
5. Silent Tension, Quiet Threats
The night felt too quiet when Destiny stepped into her home. She leaned against the door for a moment, letting the quiet settle into her bones.
But peace never lasts long when grudges burn.
Meanwhile, Bethany’s storm had only gotten darker. She wasn’t crying. She wasn’t calming down. She wasn’t backing off.
She was planning.
Destiny sensed it, felt it like static in the air.
This wasn’t the kind of fight that ends with a police report.
This was personal.
Emotional.
Ready to explode again.
⚡ ENDING “The war starts with a message.”
Destiny’s phone buzzed on the table.
One new message.
Unknown number.
No greeting.
Just four words:
“Round two starts soon.”
She froze.
Her blood turned cold.
Bethany wasn’t done.
Not even close.
🔥⚡ To be continued…
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