Destiny informs Sharra that Bethany had threatened to call the police on her.

  

Some fights are loud. Others are dangerous. But the worst are the ones that leave you wondering how far someone is willing to go.
Destiny never expected that a burned dinner would ignite a threat that could change everything.

1. A Normal Evening Turns Sour

Destiny was in the kitchen, humming softly while chopping vegetables. 🍅✨
The evening felt peaceful—that rare kind of calm she wished she had more often.

As she stirred the sauce, she smelled something odd.
Then very odd.
Then… burnt. 😬🔥

“Ugh, not again…” Destiny groaned, waving the smoke away.

Right on cue, Bethany stormed in like she’d been waiting for the chaos.

Bethany (annoyed):
“Seriously, Destiny? You can’t even make a simple meal without burning it?”

Destiny felt her face flush.

Destiny (snapping):
“It’s just a little burnt! Calm down, Bethany.”

But Bethany wasn’t calming down—she was heating up faster than the stove.

Bethany (sarcastic):
“A little? The whole kitchen smells like a fire hazard!”

And just like that, the air went from smoky to explosive.

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2. The Fight That Went Too Far

Destiny threw her hands up, frustration boiling over.

Destiny (loud):
“You’re always on my case! Stop acting like you’re perfect!”

Bethany stepped closer, finger pointed, eyes sharp.

Bethany:
“Oh, so now it’s my fault you can’t cook?”

Destiny’s patience snapped like a dry twig.

Destiny:
“You’re impossible! You’re rude, controlling—always bossing people around!”

Bethany froze.
Her eyes narrowed dangerously.

Bethany (low, cold):
“You’re testing me. One more word, Destiny… and you’ll regret it.”

Destiny stared, stunned at the sudden threat.

But things were about to escalate to a place she never imagined.

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3. The Threat That Changed Everything

Bethany’s expression hardened.
Without breaking eye contact, she pulled out her phone—slow, deliberate, chilling.

Bethany:
“If you don’t calm down, I’ll call the police on you.
And I’m not joking.”

Destiny’s breath caught.

Destiny (shocked):
“You’re calling the police? On me? For arguing?”

Bethany nodded like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Bethany:
“You’ve gone too far. Maybe this will teach you boundaries.”

Destiny felt her stomach twist.
This wasn’t a fight anymore.
This was a threat. A real one.
And Bethany wasn’t bluffing.

Later, Bethany approached Larry with her icy seriousness.

Bethany:
“Larry, I’m warning you. If Destiny acts up again, I’m involving the police.”

Larry looked alarmed.

Larry:
“Okay… okay, I’ll talk to her.”

Destiny felt the ground shifting under her feet.

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4. Confiding in a Friend

After some time, Destiny found Sharra—her safe place, her voice of reason.
Sitting beside her, she finally let the fear slip out.

Destiny (soft, shaken):
“Sharra… you won’t believe what happened.”

Sharra leaned closer.

Sharra:
“What? Tell me everything.”

Destiny swallowed hard.

Destiny:
“Bethany threatened to call the police on me. Over a kitchen argument. And she’s serious. She even told Larry she’d report me.”

Sharra’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Sharra:
“She wants to call the police? For what?”

Destiny rubbed her temples.

Destiny:
“I know! I feel trapped. I didn’t expect her to take it this far.”

Sharra’s face hardened—not with anger, but with protectiveness.

Sharra (steady):
“Listen, Destiny. You didn’t do anything wrong. Don’t let her scare you. Just stay calm. Document everything. Don’t react to her threats.”

Destiny inhaled deeply, finally feeling a little grounded.

Destiny:
“Thank you, Sharra. I just needed to tell someone. I didn’t want to hold it inside.”

Sharra squeezed her hand.

Sharra:
“You’re not alone in this. We’ll handle it—smartly and safely.”

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5. A Quiet Strength

As the two friends sat together, planning how to protect Destiny, a strange calm settled over her.

Bethany could yell.
She could threaten.
She could try to intimidate.

But Destiny wasn’t alone.
And she wasn’t powerless.

The kitchen had been a battlefield…
but this time, Destiny had backup—and a plan.

Sometimes strength doesn’t roar.
Sometimes it whispers:

“I’m not afraid of you anymore.” 💪