Bethany, in a burst of anger, ripped Brooke’s Chicago ticket, ensuring she wouldn’t be able to go on the trip. Read More

 “She Tore the Ticket — But Not the Choice” ✂️✈️🔥

Bethany paced back and forth across the living room, her heels hitting the tile like bullets.

The clock ticked loudly, but her impatience was louder.

Brooke stood across from her, suitcase halfway packed, excitement glowing on her face.

She held the Chicago plane ticket in her hand — the ticket Bethany hated.

Bethany (sharp tone): “I’m telling you, Chicago is dangerous, Brooke. You are not going.”

Brooke rolled her eyes.

Brooke: “Bethany, come on. I’m going with Mom — with Sharra. I’ll be fine.”

Brooke tried to smile, hoping to diffuse Bethany’s attitude. Bethany was like a second mom, sometimes protective to the point of suffocation.

But Bethany wasn't smiling.

Bethany: “You don’t understand. Crime is everywhere. You don’t know the city.”

Brooke crossed her arms.

Brooke: “And Atlanta is safe? Because last time I checked, you were begging Larry to go there with you!”

Bethany froze.

There it was — the truth Brooke had been thinking for days.

Bethany didn’t want her going to Chicago because Bethany wanted her in Atlanta instead.

Atlanta, where Bethany had her own plans.

Plans Brooke didn’t know about.

The Argument Turns

Bethany (voice rising): “Brooke, I said NO!”

Brooke lifted her chin, defiant.

Brooke: “It’s my life. I want to go to Chicago. I want to be with Mom.”

And that one sentence hit Bethany like a punch.

She wasn’t just scared of Chicago…

She was scared of losing Brooke to Sharra.

Bethany stepped closer, almost whispering.

Bethany: “You’re choosing her over me?”

Brooke didn’t answer.

Her silence said enough.

Bethany’s eyes darkened — that dangerous mix of jealousy and control.

Bethany: “Give me that ticket.”

Brooke: “No.”

Bethany reached forward to snatch it, but Brooke pulled her hand back.

For a moment, they both froze, staring at each other.

Bethany’s breathing became sharp.

Fast.

Unstable.

And then—

RIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP.

Bethany grabbed the ticket and tore it straight through the middle.

Brooke gasped.

Brooke: “What did you do?!”

Bethany stood there, chest heaving, pieces of paper falling like snow between them.

Bethany (coldly): “Now you’re not going anywhere.”

Brooke’s Silence Breaks

Tears formed instantly in Brooke’s eyes — not just from the torn ticket, but from betrayal.

Brooke (shaking): “Bethany… why?”

Bethany didn’t shout this time.

Her voice was heartbreakingly soft.

Bethany: “Because I’m scared. Chicago is dangerous. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

Brooke wiped her tears, her voice trembling but strong.

Brooke: “No. You didn’t do it because you care about me. You did it because you didn’t want me with her.”

Bethany blinked.

That truth cut deeper than any fight.

Brooke stepped back, distancing herself.

Brooke: “You were trying to control me.”

Bethany wanted to explain — to say she just didn’t want to lose Brooke — but words failed her.

Larry Walks In

The front door opened with a soft click. Larry froze at the sight before him — Brooke crying, Bethany standing in silence, torn paper scattered across the floor.

Larry (confused): “What the hell happened here?”

Brooke turned toward him, tears still glistening.

Brooke: “She tore my ticket, Larry! She doesn’t want me to go to Chicago with Mom!”

Larry’s eyes darted to Bethany, who stood frozen, guilt written all over her face.

Larry (sternly): “Bethany… tell me that’s not true.”

Bethany swallowed hard.

Bethany (softly): “I just— I didn’t want her to leave. I was trying to protect her.”

Larry (raising his voice): “By ripping up her ticket? That’s not protection, that’s control!”

Brooke (through tears): “She’s scared I’ll choose Mom over her.”

Larry took a slow breath, disappointment heavy in his tone.

Larry: “Bethany, this isn’t love. This is fear. You can’t keep her here by force.”

Bethany looked down, voice trembling.

Bethany: “I just didn’t want to lose her…”

Larry stepped closer, calmer now.

Larry: “Then trust her enough to let her go.”

The room fell silent. Brooke picked up the torn pieces of her ticket from the floor, her hands shaking.

Brooke (quietly): “You can tear the ticket, Bethany… but you can’t tear my choice.”

Bethany’s eyes filled with tears — the kind that burn but don’t fall.

She watched as Brooke walked upstairs, clutching the torn ticket like a symbol of freedom.

Larry stayed behind, staring at Bethany with a mix of pity and disbelief.

Larry (coldly): “You really messed up this time.”

Bethany didn’t respond.

She just stood there, surrounded by silence… and the shredded remains of what used to be trust.

— To Be Continued… ✂️🔥