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đ± OMG! Larry Loses Control Around Isaiah⊠Sharra & Brooke Suddenly Show Up and Everything Changes! đ

The room was already tense before anything even happened.
Larry paced back and forth, running his hands through his hair.
âIâm telling you, Isaiah, you donât understand what youâre messing with.â
Isaiah leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed, a faint smirk on his face.
âOr maybe I understand it better than you ever did.â
Larry stopped. Dead still. His jaw tightened.
âDonât do that. Donât act like you know everything.â
Isaiah shrugged.
âSomeone has to. Youâve been spiraling for weeks.â
âSpiraling?!â Larry snapped, his voice rising. âYou call this spiraling? Iâve been fixing your mistakes!â
Isaiah pushed off the wall now, stepping closer.
âMy mistakes? No, Larry. These are your consequences.â
The air shifted instantly.
Larryâs breathing got heavier. His fists clenched.
âYou really wanna go there right now?â
Isaiah didnât back down.
âIâve been waiting for you to go there.â
Larry suddenly slammed his hand against the table.
âYOU THINK THIS IS A GAME?!â
Isaiah flinched slightlyâbut recovered fast.
âNo. I think this is the truth catching up to you.â
Larry lost it.
He shoved a chair aside, it scraped loudly across the floor.
âSay that again. Go ahead. Say it again!â
âI saidââ Isaiah stepped forward, voice sharp now, ââthis is your fault.â
Before Larry could respondâ
The door burst open.
Sharra walked in first, eyes wide.
âWhat is going ON in here?!â
Right behind her, Brooke rushed in, scanning the room.
âWhy are you yelling? We could hear you from outside!â
Larry froze. His anger didnât disappearâbut it shifted.
âYou shouldnât be here.â
Sharra frowned.
âClearly we should be here.â
Isaiah let out a dry laugh.
âPerfect timing.â
Brooke looked between them.
âSomeone want to explain? Because this looks like itâs about to get worse.â
Larry pointed at Isaiah.
âHeâs been lying. To all of you.â
Isaiah scoffed.
âOh, weâre doing that now?â
Sharra stepped closer.
âLarry⊠what is he talking about?â
Larry hesitated.
That hesitation said everything.
Brookeâs expression changed.
ââŠLarry?â
Isaiah tilted his head.
âYeah. Larry. Go ahead. Tell them.â
Larry shook his head.
âNo. Not like this.â
âThen when?â Isaiah fired back. âAfter everything falls apart?â
Sharraâs voice softenedâbut it cut deeper.
âLarry⊠what arenât you telling us?â
Larry looked at her⊠then at Brooke⊠then back at Isaiah.
His control slipped againâbut this time, it wasnât anger.
It was fear.
âYou donât get it,â Larry said quietly. âI was trying to protect you.â
Brooke crossed her arms.
âProtect us from what?â
Isaiah answered before Larry could.
âFrom the truth.â
Silence.
Heavy. Thick. Uncomfortable.
Sharra whispered,
âWhat truthâŠ?â
Larry closed his eyes for a moment. Like he was deciding whether to jump off a cliff.
Isaiah stepped forward one last time.
âTell them,â he said.
Larry opened his eyes.
And everything changed.
ââŠIt started the night we thought it was over.â
Brookeâs face went pale.
âWhat do you mean we thought?â
Larry swallowed hard.
âBecause it never actually ended.â
Sharra shook her head slowly.
âNo⊠no, youâre not making sense.â
Isaiah folded his arms again.
âHe is. Heâs just finally being honest.â
Larry looked straight at them.
âTheyâre coming back.â
The room went completely still.
Brooke whispered,
âWhoâŠ?â
Larry didnât answer right away.
But when he didâ
None of them were ready for it.
Larryâs voice dropped, calm but intense.
âListen to me. No matter what happensâstay together.â
Isaiah moved toward the window, peeking through the blinds.
His expression changed instantly.
ââŠWeâre too late.â
A beam of light cut through the darkness from outside.
Voices followed.
âInside. Now.â
Brookeâs breath hitched.
âWhat do we do?!â
Larry looked at themâreally looked at themâlike it might be the last time.
âWe finish what we started.â
The door handle slowly began to turn.
Click.
Sharra squeezed her eyes shut.
Isaiah stepped forward.
Brooke grabbed Larryâs hand.
And the door swung openâ
Brooke, just won’t listen. You won’t get to go to college. That boy can’t take care of you. You need to listen to your parents, little girl.