Some storms don’t come from the sky.
Some storms come from a mother who’s seen too much, a daughter who wants too much, and a truth that refuses to stay hidden
INT. ATLANTA HOUSE – SUNSET
The sky outside burns orange and pink as the sun sinks over Atlanta. Inside, the house hums with quiet—until everything breaks.
INT. LIVING ROOM – SAME TIME
Brooke closes the front door softly. Issah stands close beside her. Their “work discussion” is long forgotten; the air crackles with tension.
Brooke leans in.
Issah meets her halfway.
Their lips touch—soft at first, then charged like electricity.
The moment shatters.
The door swings open.
Bethany steps inside… and freezes.
Her eyes widen. Shock. Fury. Disbelief.
BETHANY
(shouting, voice slicing through the room)
WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON HERE?!
Brooke jumps back, panicked. Issah stiffens, trying to look calm.
BROOKE
Bethany—It’s not what it looks like!
Bethany’s face reddens instantly, rage rising like a flame catching oxygen.
BETHANY
NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE? You were literally kissing him! In MY house! How dare you!
Issah opens his mouth, but Bethany cuts him off with a dismissive wave.
BETHANY
SAVE IT! I can’t believe either of you!
She paces the room like a storm circling its target.
BROOKE
(voice trembling)
Bethany, it’s complicated… You wouldn’t understand.
Bethany laughs—sharp, furious, disbelieving.
BETHANY
Complicated?! This is RIDICULOUS! You’ve crossed the line!
Issah steps forward carefully.
ISSAH
Bethany… can we talk calmly?
Bethany spins toward him, pointing a shaking finger.
BETHANY
CALMLY? After walking in on THAT? I trusted you! And you—
(pointing at Brooke)
I expected better from you!
Brooke winces.
Issah looks like he wants to vanish into the floor.
The tension crackles, explosive, ready to ignite.
BROOKE
Bethany, please… we didn’t mean for you to see—
BETHANY
(shouting over her)
NO! I’M DONE TALKING! You two are unbelievable!
Her voice fills every corner of the room, rattling the air.
Suddenly, Brooke’s phone lights up on the table.
Larry’s voice bursts out on speaker:
LARRY (PHONE)
Hey guys, just leaving Chicago with Destiny! Can’t wait to see you soon!
Bethany turns toward the phone—anger mixing with hurt.
BETHANY
Of course! Everyone else is moving on while I’m dealing with THIS!
Brooke glances at Issah, terrified. The situation is spiraling.
ISSAH
(whispering to Brooke)
Maybe… we should give her space.
Brooke nods, swallowing hard.
BROOKE
Yeah. She needs to cool off…
But Bethany is not cooling off.
She snatches her phone, typing furiously—posting cryptic, dramatic hints online—making sure the entire world knows what she walked in on.
INT. ATLANTA HOUSE – LATER
The front door opens again.
Larry and Sharra enter with little Destiny between them. Destiny squeals with joy, running into her father’s arms, blissfully unaware of the emotional landmines around her.
Larry looks around, sensing the tension hanging in the air like smoke.
LARRY
(low, uneasy)
Sharra… something’s off. I can feel it.
Sharra sighs, tired but patient.
SHARRA
Let’s just get Destiny settled.
We’ll handle everything else later.
They head inside.
Destiny giggles.
Bethany stands in the corner—arms crossed, eyes blazing. A twisted mix of satisfaction and fury flickers across her face.
She watches Brooke. Watches Issah. Watches Larry and Sharra enter together with Destiny.
BETHANY
(quiet, dark smirk)
This is only the beginning.
The room is a battlefield of emotions—love, secrets, betrayal, and rage—swirling together.
And Bethany stands at the center of it, the storm no one can ignore.
TO BE CONTINUE
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