You’re Just Using Him! — Shayla Confronts Pamela Over Her Secret Motives with Her Dad!
Shayla slammed her bag on the couch, eyes blazing as she looked at Pamela, who was sipping tea like nothing was wrong.
“Shayla, you’re back early,” Pamela said, her voice smooth, pretending she didn’t notice the storm brewing in Shayla’s eyes.
Shayla folded her arms. “We need to talk. Now.”
Pamela sighed, setting down her cup. “About what?”
“About you and my dad.”
Pamela’s eyebrow lifted. “Oh? And what about us, Shayla?”
Shayla took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice steady. “You’re just using him, Pamela.”
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### **\[Pamela’s Fake Calm]**
Pamela chuckled lightly. “Using him? Shayla, I care about your father.”
Shayla stepped closer, pointing a finger. “You care about his *money* and the way he takes you on trips, pays your bills, and makes you look good in front of your fake friends. Don’t play innocent with me.”
Pamela’s lips twitched, trying to hide her annoyance. “Shayla, you’re a child. You wouldn’t understand—”
“Don’t call me a child!” Shayla snapped. “I see right through you.”
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### **\[Flashback: Why Shayla’s Angry]**
Shayla remembered overhearing Pamela on the phone last week, laughing about the “old man” who pays for her hair, nails, and shopping. How she bragged about getting him to pay her rent “without even asking twice.”
She remembered the way her dad’s eyes lit up when Pamela smiled at him, how he tried so hard to make Pamela happy while ignoring the fact that Shayla was hurting every day, seeing her mom’s memory replaced by this woman’s fake giggles.
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### **\[Pamela Tries to Gaslight]**
Pamela stood up slowly, walking closer to Shayla with a fake concerned smile. “Sweetheart, I know it’s hard accepting someone new in your dad’s life—”
Shayla stepped back. “Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me.”
Pamela’s eyes darkened. “You’re being disrespectful.”
“No,” Shayla said firmly, “I’m being *real*.”
Pamela’s face hardened. “What exactly do you want, Shayla?”
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### **\[Shayla’s Raw Truth]**
“I want you to stop pretending you care about my dad when you’re just using him for what he can give you. I see the way you look at your phone when he’s talking, the way you roll your eyes when he turns around, the way you talk about him to your friends.”
Pamela’s jaw tightened. “You need to watch your mouth, young lady.”
Shayla’s eyes filled with tears, but she didn’t let them fall. “He’s trying so hard to make you happy, but you’re never going to love him the way my mom did. You don’t deserve him.”
### **\[Pamela Shows Her True Colors]**
Pamela’s sweet mask finally cracked.
“You think your dad is some prize?” Pamela snapped. “Do you think I *wanted* to be stuck with a man who’s stuck in his past and can’t move on? Who cries at night thinking about your dead mother? I’m doing him a *favor* by being here!”
Shayla’s heart clenched, but she kept her eyes on Pamela. “There it is. The real you.”
Pamela’s eyes darted away, realizing she had slipped.
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### **\[Shayla’s Strength Shines]**
“You don’t love him. You love what he gives you. You love that he buys you things, that he pays your bills, that you can post about him on social media to look like you’re living a perfect life.”
Pamela tried to regain her calm. “Your father and I are in a committed relationship—”
“No, you’re in a *transaction*,” Shayla shot back. “And I’m not going to watch you drain him while you laugh behind his back.”
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### **\[Dad Walks In]**
At that moment, the front door opened. Shayla’s dad, Mr. Carter, walked in, grocery bags in his hands, freezing when he saw the tension.
“What’s going on?” he asked, looking between them.
Pamela immediately turned, crocodile tears in her eyes. “Baby, she’s accusing me of terrible things!”
Shayla faced him, her voice shaking but clear. “Dad, she’s using you.”
“Shayla!” Pamela screamed. “How could you say that?!”
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### **\[The Moment of Truth]**
Mr. Carter put down the groceries slowly, looking at Shayla with confusion and pain in his eyes. “Shayla, what are you talking about?”
Shayla took a deep breath. “Dad, I’ve heard her on the phone. She’s calling you ‘old man,’ laughing at you, bragging about your money. I’ve seen the way she treats you when you’re not looking.”
Pamela’s tears stopped instantly. “You little liar!”
Shayla stepped closer to her dad. “I’m not lying, Dad. I’m protecting you. I know you miss Mom, and I know you want to feel loved again, but this isn’t it. She doesn’t love you.”
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### **\[Pamela Tries to Defend Herself]**
Pamela turned to Mr. Carter, her voice pleading. “Baby, she’s making it up because she doesn’t want us together!”
Mr. Carter looked at Pamela, seeing something in her eyes he hadn’t noticed before, something cold.
“Pamela,” he said softly, “is this true?”
Pamela opened her mouth, but no words came out. Her silence spoke louder than any denial.
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### **\[Shayla’s Dad Finally Sees the Truth]**
Mr. Carter turned back to Shayla, his eyes glassy. “I’m so sorry you had to go through this.”
Shayla hugged him tightly. “I just want you to be happy, Dad. But not like this.”
Pamela scoffed, grabbing her purse. “You know what? I don’t need this. I’ll find someone who appreciates me.”
She stormed out, slamming the door behind her.
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### **\[Ending Scene: A New Beginning]**
Shayla and her dad sat down on the couch, both exhausted but relieved.
“You’re so much like your mother,” he said, tears finally falling.
Shayla smiled softly. “She would have done the same.”
And for the first time in a long time, the house felt safe again.
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## **✨ Closing Note:**
Shayla’s courage protected her father from a manipulative relationship, proving that sometimes, the hardest truths are the ones that set us free.
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