Isaiah in His Room
Isaiah sat on the edge of his bed, phone in his hand, replaying Hope’s words in his head over and over again.
Hope: “I’m just saying… Brooke been texting other boys out there. You don’t see it because you’re not around.”
Isaiah: “You always got stories, Hope.”
But inside? Something twisted. Now, staring at the ceiling, his jaw tightened.
Isaiah: “Why would she even say that?”
Isaiah picked up his phone again. Typed a message. Deleted it. Typed again.
Isaiah: “No… I gotta see for myself.”
Brooke Gets a Call
Across town, Brooke was curled up on the couch when her phone buzzed.
Brooke: “Hello?”
Hope: “I’m just gonna be straight with you, Brooke.”
Brooke: “About what?”
Hope: “Isaiah thinks you’re dating other guys in Montana.”
Brooke: “What? That’s not even funny.”
Hope: “I’m serious. He thinks you’re entertaining other dudes out there.”
Brooke: “That’s a lie. I don’t know who put that in his head, but it didn’t come from me.”
Hope: “I’m just telling you what I heard.”
Brooke: “Isaiah knows me. He wouldn’t believe that.”
Hope: “You sure? Because he didn’t exactly deny it.”
The call ended shortly after, but Brooke stayed frozen, phone still in her hand. Her reflection stared back at her from the dark TV screen.
Brooke: “Why would he doubt me?”
Isaiah Arrives
The next afternoon, Brooke was walking up the driveway when she noticed a familiar car parked outside. Her heart skipped.
Brooke: “No way… Isaiah?!”
Isaiah: “Surprise.”
They hugged, but something felt off. Too stiff. Too careful.
Conversation Turns Tense
Brooke: “So… what made you fly out here like this?”
Isaiah: “I just… wanted to see you. Make sure we’re good.”
Brooke: “What does that mean?”
Isaiah: “Are we good, Brooke?”
Brooke: “Why wouldn’t we be?”
Isaiah: “I heard some things.”
Brooke: “From who?”
Isaiah: “Does it matter?”
Brooke: “Yes, it does.”
She stood up. Tension rising.
Brooke: “Because if you came all this way just to accuse me—”
Isaiah: “I’m not accusing you.”
Brooke: “Then why are we even having this conversation?”
Isaiah: “Are you seeing anyone else out here?”
The room went silent. Brooke stared at him in disbelief.
Larry Intervenes
Larry (off-screen): “Trust who?”
Both of them froze. Larry stood in the hallway, arms crossed, eyes sharp.
Larry: “What exactly is going on in here?”
Brooke: “Dad, it’s not—”
Larry: “I heard enough.”
Larry: “You questioning my daughter?”
Isaiah: “Sir, I wasn’t disrespecting her—”
Larry: “Because it sounds like you were.”
Larry: “You fly all the way out here to start drama in my house?”
Isaiah: “I just needed answers.”
Larry stepped closer. Brooke felt her chest tighten. This wasn’t a misunderstanding anymore. This was a line crossed.
The Storm Approaches
Outside, the sky darkened as clouds rolled in. Inside the house, the tension thickened — heavy, suffocating.
And none of them realized… this was only the beginning. Something big was coming. And once it hit, nothing between Brooke, Isaiah, or Larry would ever be the same again.
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