Bethany’s Secret Threat Read More

  Bethany was already moving. And this time, Sharra wouldn’t be able to hide behind secrets, lies, or Larry’s silence. The reckoning had begun

INT. SHARRA’S KITCHEN — LATE AFTERNOON

Soft hum of appliances. A quiet, delicate calm.

The PHONE VIBRATES across the counter.

SHARRA
(glancing at screen, dread settling in)
…Bethany.

She hesitates, then answers.

SHARRA
Hello?

A coiled, icy voice slices through the line.

BETHANY
Because of you, Larry and Brooke aren’t coming home.
I’ll bring them back… no matter what.

Sharra stiffens, hand tightening on the phone.

SHARRA
Bethany… what are you talking about?

BETHANY
(heated, accusing)
Don’t play innocent.
I know what you’ve been doing—keeping them apart, turning Larry against me.
I see it all, Sharra.
And I’m done watching.

Sharra swallows hard. A tremor breaks through her voice.

SHARRA
Let’s not do anything rash. I’m sure there’s been a misunderstanding.

BETHANY
(mocking)
Misunderstanding?
Larry didn’t come back because of you.
I’ve tried talking. I’ve tried waiting.
Now it’s action time.

A thunderous weight hangs behind her words.

BETHANY
Larry and Brooke will come home—
one way or another.

Sharra sinks into a chair, mind racing.

SHARRA
Bethany… don’t let this go too far.
There’s more at stake than you realize.

BETHANY
(cold, steady)
I know exactly what’s at stake.
And I’ll do whatever it takes.

Silence. Heavy. Threatening.

Then—

BETHANY
(quiet, lethal)
I’m already making plans.
Reconsider your place in this, Sharra.
Because once I move… there’s no turning back.

Sharra’s breath shakes.

SHARRA
Bethany, wait—

BETHANY
(overlapping)
No. I’m done waiting.
I’m coming.
And you’ll see I mean every word.

CLICK.
The line goes dead.

Sharra stares at the phone, pulse hammering.

Another BUZZ.

A photo appears:
Brooke holding a small gift, smiling…
Bethany behind her — eyes sharp, blazing with intent.

Sharra’s throat tightens.

The quiet house suddenly feels like a cage.
Every choice she’s made presses in on her.
The storm isn’t coming —
it’s already begun.

Sharra clutches the phone, breath shallow.

She knows one thing:
Bethany isn’t coming to negotiate.

FADE OUT.