Bethany wants to control Larry so much that he doesn’t even let Brooke cover his expenses anymore... 😳 She wants him to follow her every command, paying for his small expenses on his own, all according to her wishes... But what’s her real game? 🤔👀 Read More
Bethany wants to control Larry so much that he doesn’t even let Brooke cover his expenses anymore... 😳 She wants him to follow her every command, paying for his small expenses on his own, all according to her wishes... But what’s her real game? 🤔👀
INT. LIVING ROOM - EVENING
The room is dimly lit. LARRY sits on the couch, scrolling through his phone. His face is tense, reflecting the brewing storm. BETHANY enters from the kitchen, her expression cold, calculated. She notices the silence.
BETHANY
(quietly, calculating)
Larry, we need to talk.
LARRY
(glances up)
About what?
Bethany walks over to the couch and stands before him, arms crossed. Her eyes narrow slightly as if assessing him.
BETHANY
You know exactly what I'm talking about.
A beat. Larry lowers his phone, sensing the tension.
LARRY
(sighs)
Bethany, this... this whole thing with Sharra and Brooke? It’s getting out of hand. You’ve been acting weird lately.
Bethany smirks, but it’s a bitter, knowing smile. She crosses her arms tighter.
BETHANY
(defensively)
I’m just trying to help. Someone has to do it.
LARRY
(frowning)
Help? By keeping tabs on everyone? You're acting like a different person. You’re controlling things.
BETHANY
(softly, but sharp)
If I don’t do it, who will? You’ve got your hands full with everyone else.
She walks away, her heels clicking sharply on the hardwood floor. LARRY watches her, still unsure whether to let the conversation end or confront her further.
INT. SHARRA'S CAR - DAY
The scene is bright, the sunlight reflecting off the windshield. SHARRA is behind the wheel, checking the rearview mirror. BROOKE sits in the passenger seat, scrolling through her phone, barely paying attention.
SHARRA
(sighs, frustrated)
You know, I don't get why Bethany keeps paying my bills. It's... weird.
BROOKE
(nonchalant, texting)
She’s probably just trying to be nice. It’s not like she’s hurting for money.
SHARRA
(irritated)
Yeah, but it's the principle of it. I didn’t ask for that.
She slams her palm against the steering wheel, annoyed. Brooke looks up from her phone, sensing her frustration.
BROOKE
(raising an eyebrow)
You think she’s trying to control you?
SHARRA
(eyes narrowing)
Definitely. It’s like she’s trying to show Larry that she’s the one taking care of everything. She doesn’t want me to need him.
Brooke is silent, processing what Sharra just said. There's a weight to the air between them.
BROOKE
(slowly)
Maybe she’s just insecure.
Sharra doesn’t respond immediately. She turns her focus back to the road, her jaw tightening.
INT. COFFEE SHOP - LUNCHTIME
BETHANY walks in with purpose. She’s sharp, confident, her eyes scanning the room until they land on a man behind the counter. TOM, a middle-aged, friendly-looking man, greets her with a smile.
TOM
(nods, smiling)
Hey Bethany, how's it going today?
BETHANY
(sweet, but calculating)
Hey Tom. I’m doing well, thanks. How about you?
Tom’s smile is warm, but there’s an edge of curiosity to his demeanor. He notices her intent gaze.
TOM
(grinning)
Can I get you your usual?
BETHANY
(leaning slightly forward)
Actually, I need a favor. Can you make sure the bill for Sharra’s car gets handled? You don’t need to tell Larry about it. I’ll take care of it myself.
Tom hesitates for a moment, then nods.
TOM
(softly)
You sure about this? It’s a lot of money.
BETHANY
(slightly cold)
I’m sure. I want to avoid any complications.
Tom gives her a long look, sensing the complexity beneath her words.
TOM
(slowly)
Alright, if you say so.
Bethany’s lips curl into a tight smile. She turns to leave, her mind already plotting her next move.
INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
The mood is heavy. LARRY and BETHANY sit across from each other, the air thick with unspoken words. Larry leans forward, his frustration clear.
LARRY
(angry, frustrated)
I’m not blind, Bethany. You’re trying to control everything, and it’s... it’s suffocating. Why are you acting like this?
Bethany stares at him, her expression unchanging. She’s calm but there’s a certain coldness in her gaze.
BETHANY
(quietly)
I’m just trying to keep things from falling apart. You don’t understand what it’s like to be in my shoes.
Larry shakes his head, his voice trembling with frustration.
LARRY
(shouting)
In your shoes? You think I don’t know? I’m the one stuck between you, Sharra, and Brooke. I’m the one who’s trying to hold everything together.
Bethany stands abruptly, walking toward the window. She gazes outside, her back to Larry.
BETHANY
(cold, distant)
It’s not just about holding things together, Larry. It’s about control. If we lose that, everything goes to hell.
Larry looks at her, his mind racing. Something in her tone unnerves him. There’s more she’s not saying, and the weight of it hangs between them.
EXT. PARKING LOT - DAY
SHARRA stands by her car, staring at her phone, scrolling through her messages. She frowns, eyes darting to the notification from TOM.
The message reads: “Lunch tomorrow? I wanted to talk about how you’re handling everything.”
Sharra bites her lip, unsure. She tucks her phone into her pocket, her mind racing. The idea of Tom, of his friendship, feels... dangerous now. She knows that something is shifting — something she doesn’t fully understand yet.
INT. BETHANY’S KITCHEN - EVENING
Bethany sits at the kitchen table, staring at a stack of papers. Her mind is working, plotting, thinking five steps ahead. Larry enters, looking weary. His gaze softens when he sees her.
LARRY
(quietly)
Are you... are you going to tell me what's going on? Why are you really doing this?
Bethany doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, she flips through the papers, not meeting his eyes.
BETHANY
(softly, but with resolve)
I’m doing what’s necessary to protect us... and I’m not going to let anyone ruin what we have.
Larry looks at her, his frustration mounting.
LARRY
(softly, almost pleading)
But I don’t even know what’s happening anymore. It’s like everything I do, everything I say, you already have planned out.
Bethany finally looks up at him, her eyes hard.
BETHANY
(quietly)
Maybe you’re just not seeing the bigger picture, Larry. This isn’t just about you and me. It’s about keeping everything together.
EXT. PARKING LOT - NIGHT
The tension between them builds, and as the camera lingers on the glowing lights of the parking lot, something shifts. The sound of tires screeching fills the air, and Sharra, driving by, glances at Bethany's house from the corner of her eye.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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