Morning Discipline
INT. LIVING ROOM — MORNING
Sunlight filtered through the curtains, but warmth never reached the room.
The air felt heavy.
Controlled.
Measured.
Larry stood with his arms crossed, voice calm but unyielding.
LARRY
Drop down. Again. Proper form.
Brooke’s arms shook violently as she pushed against the floor. Sweat slipped from her forehead, dotting the hardwood beneath her.
Her breathing turned uneven.
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BROOKE (strained)
I… I’m trying…
She lowered herself for another push-up.
Halfway down, her strength vanished.
Her body collapsed.
Silence followed.
Larry didn’t raise his voice.
That somehow made it worse.
LARRY
Trying isn’t enough. You stop when it hurts. That’s your problem.
Destiny stood against the wall, anxiety written across her face.
DESTINY
Larry… she’s exhausted.
Larry didn’t look at her.
LARRY
Pain builds discipline. Stand up.
Brooke forced herself upright, but something deeper than muscle fatigue had begun to fracture.
This wasn’t just training anymore.
It felt like survival.
Silent Breakdown
INT. BROOKE’S BEDROOM — AFTERNOON
The door clicked shut.
Instant quiet.
Brooke sat on the edge of her bed, staring at her trembling hands.
They wouldn’t stop shaking.
Tears slid silently down her face.
She didn’t bother wiping them away.
Destiny stepped closer, voice gentle.
DESTINY
You can’t keep living like this.
Brooke’s shoulders sagged.
BROOKE
Every day feels like a test I’m failing… and when I fail, it gets harder. I feel trapped.
The word hung heavy between them.
Trapped.
Destiny glanced toward the hallway, lowering her voice.
DESTINY
Then leave. Go to Sharra. It doesn’t have to be perfect… just safe.
Brooke looked up.
Hope flickered for the first time all day.
BROOKE (whisper)
I’m going.
And suddenly…
her hands stopped shaking.
The Decision
INT. BROOKE’S BEDROOM — EVENING
Dusk painted the sky purple.
A suitcase lay open across the bed.
Brooke packed quickly — shirts folded too fast, breaths too shallow.
Every sound made her freeze.
Footsteps.
A door closing somewhere in the house.
Pipes creaking.
DESTINY (urgent whisper)
Hurry.
The zipper closing sounded impossibly loud.
Final.
Irreversible.
Brooke swallowed hard.
There was no version of tonight where she stayed.
The Escape
INT. HALLWAY — CONTINUOUS
The hallway stretched endlessly ahead.
Shadows clung to the walls.
Each step felt like thunder.
Brooke glanced once toward Larry’s closed door.
A floorboard creaked.
She froze.
Heart racing.
Breath held.
DESTINY (barely audible)
Keep going.
Brooke moved again.
One step.
Then another.
Crossing the Line
INT. FRONT DOOR — MOMENTS LATER
Her hand wrapped around the handle.
It trembled so badly she needed both hands to steady it.
She hesitated.
Years of fear pressed against her chest.
Then—
She opened the door.
Cool night air rushed in.
Freedom felt unfamiliar.
Almost frightening.
But real.
Walking Into the Night
EXT. STREET — NIGHT
Streetlights glowed over an empty road.
The world felt larger than she remembered.
Uncertain.
But open.
Brooke stepped forward.
BROOKE (softly)
I’m done breaking.
Destiny walked beside her — silent, protective, unwavering.
They didn’t know what waited at Sharra’s house.
They didn’t know if safety was guaranteed.
But they were moving.
And sometimes courage isn’t loud.
Sometimes it’s simply choosing to leave the place that keeps hurting you.
✨ Because the hardest escape isn’t running away…
it’s believing you deserve peace.