The sunlight streams through the blinds, casting sharp lines across the room. Bethany storms in, her heels clicking against the wooden floor, her eyes blazing with anger.
BETHANY:
Did you give Sharra a car?
LARRY:
(shaking his head) I didn’t buy her anything.
Bethany takes a step closer, fists clenched.
BETHANY:
Then why does she have everything she asks for? Why does she always get her way while I… I struggle to get a word in?
LARRY:
Bethany, you know that’s not true. You’re overreacting.
BETHANY:
Overreacting?! Larry, you think I don’t see it? You co-signed for a year with her, you’re always bending over backwards! And now a car? A car?
LARRY:
Bethany, calm down. I said I didn’t buy her anything.
BETHANY:
(tearing up) You think saying that makes it okay? Every time she smiles, every time she gets something, I feel invisible!
Larry grabs his phone, hesitating, but dials Sharra’s number. Bethany paces, watching anxiously.
SHARRA:
Hello?
LARRY:
Sharra, it’s Larry. Bethany wants you to apologize for what you said yesterday.
SHARRA:
Apologize? For what? That she’s… what, insecure?
LARRY:
(firmly) For body-shaming her. That’s what.
SHARRA:
(sarcastic) Oh, that. Well, Bethany’s so sensitive, I didn’t think she’d take it this seriously.
LARRY:
Enough. Just apologize.
SHARRA:
Fine, Bethany. I’m sorry. Happy now?
BETHANY:
(angry, but relieved) Finally. I can’t believe I have to make her apologize for even existing…
LARRY:
I know, Bethany. I know. But you handled it. You spoke up for yourself.
BETHANY:
(quietly) I just… I just want to feel like I matter, Larry.
LARRY:
You matter, Bethany. More than you’ll ever know.
She leans into him, letting out a shaky breath. Larry wraps his arms around her, holding her tight.
The camera pans out as Bethany and Larry stand by the window, sunlight catching the tension slowly fading from Bethany’s face.
Outside, the world carries on, but inside, a battle has been fought—and won, at least for now.
BETHANY (V.O.):
Sometimes, you have to fight for yourself. Even when the people who are supposed to protect you… don’t.
The wind rustles through the trees as Bethany and Larry look out, silently acknowledging the battles still ahead.
FADE OUT.

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