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“Destiny finally fights back — and her next move will shock everyone.

Destiny Thought the Chaos Was Over…

But the real storm was only just waking up.**

The house was quiet.

Too quiet.

The kind of quiet that comes right before something breaks.

1. Destiny’s Heartbeat in the Silence

Destiny shut her bedroom door as gently as she could, though her hands were shaking uncontrollably. Her pulse thundered in her ears, louder than any voice in the house.

Bethany’s venomous words still clung to her skin.

Sharra’s glare still pierced her defenses.

Destiny—hurt, furious, trembling—knew she couldn’t keep any of it inside anymore.

Her fingers trembled as she grabbed her phone.

There was only one person she trusted.

Only one voice that could steady her.

Her mother.

The ringing stretched on endlessly, like the universe wanted to test her patience.

Then—

Her mother answered.

“Destiny? Baby, why are you calling so late?”

Destiny’s throat tightened. The words wouldn’t come out.

“Mom…” Her voice cracked. “Something happened.”

Instant concern sharpened her mother’s tone.

“Are you okay? Tell me right now.”

Destiny sat down, hand pressed to her forehead.

“It’s Bethany… and Sharra. They—they were awful to me today.”

Silence.

Dangerous silence.

Then:

“What did they do?”

2. The Confession She Didn’t Want to Make

Destiny swallowed, replaying every painful moment—the cornering, the shouting, the humiliation.

“They embarrassed me,” she whispered. “Bethany threatened me… and Sharra talked to me like I didn’t belong here.”

Her mother inhaled sharply.

“I’m sorry—WHAT? They said that to you?”

Destiny’s voice shook.

“Bethany said if I ‘acted up again,’ she’d call someone on me. And Sharra yelled at me like… like I was nothing.”

Her mother’s tone shifted to steel.

“You don’t need to convince me. I believe you. But what makes them think they can talk to my daughter like that?”

Destiny blinked back tears.

“I didn’t want to bother you…”

“Destiny,” her mother cut in, firm, “you call me every time something like this happens. Do you understand me?”

That broke her. Destiny wiped her tears.

“I just felt alone.”

“You’re not alone anymore,” her mother said, voice low with fury. “Now tell me everything. From the start.”

Destiny exhaled and let the entire story spill out—every threat, every insult, every moment she felt cornered.

Her mother listened silently.

Then her voice came back, slow and decisive:

“Destiny… I’m coming.”

Destiny shot upright.

“Mom—wait—”

“No.”

“I’m not leaving you there another night. Larry needs to hear this. And Bethany—she owes you an explanation.”

Destiny’s stomach twisted.

“Mom, please don’t make it worse…”

“It’s already worse.”

“THEY caused this, not you. I’m handling it.”

3. A Knock at the Door… and a Mother’s Warning

Destiny’s breath caught.

A confrontation with her mother involved would be dangerous.

Bethany was unstable.

Sharra was unpredictable.

Larry was barely holding peace together.

If her mother arrived now…

everything could explode.

“Mom… what if they get mad?”

Her mother let out a dark, humorless laugh.

“They should be worried about ME getting mad.”

Before Destiny could respond—

Knock. Knock.

Her bedroom door.

Bethany’s voice followed, tight and uneasy:

“Destiny? Can we talk?”

Destiny froze.

Her mother’s voice sharpened instantly.

“Who is that?”

Destiny whispered, “Bethany.”

A deadly pause.

Then—

“Put me on speaker.”

Destiny panicked. “Mom—”

“Do it.”

Another knock. Harder.

“Destiny, open the door.”

Destiny tapped the speaker icon.

Her mother’s voice sliced through the room:

“You’re not opening anything.”

Destiny’s breath shook.

Larry’s voice now—

“Destiny? Are you okay in there?”

Destiny clutched her phone like a lifeline.

Her mother whispered, low and cold:

“Don’t you dare move. I’m already on my way.”

4. The Storm That’s Coming for Everyone

Destiny’s heart pounded so hard her chest ached.

A storm—real, fierce, unstoppable—was racing toward Larry’s house.

Bethany didn’t know.

Sharra didn’t know.

Larry didn’t know.

None of them had the slightest clue what they’d awakened.

Destiny stood perfectly still, listening to the knocking grow louder.

Her mother’s voice echoed through the phone:

“They wanted a problem.

Now they’re about to meet one.”

And Destiny knew—

This house…

this night…

this fragile peace…

was seconds away from exploding.