When Shayla Forces Anthony to Pick Up Kai Late at Night… Right in Front of Amber! 🔥
[Inside Amber’s living room. Amber and Anthony are sitting on the couch, lights dimmed, watching TV. A strange orange glow flickers through the window.]
Amber: (pointing) Bae, hey—come here. Look at this. Look at that orange light.
Anthony: (leans closer) What? Where?
Amber: Right there. I told you, something else is living out here besides us.
Anthony: (squints) Man, that’s just a storm cloud.
Amber: (gasps) No—look! There it is again!
Anthony: (shakes head, chuckles) That’s crazy.
Amber: My friend saw the same thing last week, said it went all the way across the sky.
Anthony: Mhm… maybe. But—(phone starts buzzing) Hold up, who calling me this late?
Amber: (eyes narrowing) Shayla? Again?
Anthony: (sighs, answers) …Hey.
Shayla: (snaps) “Hey”? Why you answering like that?
Anthony: Because it’s late, Shayla. What’s going on?
Shayla: Don’t you think if I’m calling this late, I got a reason? Or you think I just wanna hear your voice?
Amber: (muttering) She better not…
Anthony: (glances at Amber, lowers voice) Shayla, what’s the reason?
Shayla: Don’t do that attitude with me, Anthony. You a father. You got a son. That means I might need you at any hour.
Anthony: (rubs forehead) What do you need?
Shayla: I need you to go by my mama’s house and get Kai.
Anthony: (sits up) Get Kai? This late?
Shayla: Yes, this late. My mama gotta be somewhere in the morning. I can’t go right now. I’m home, about to take my makeup off. So you need to go get him.
Amber: (folds arms, glaring) Oh, she did not just say that.
Anthony: (frustrated) And you can’t get him ‘cause… you’re taking off your makeup?
Shayla: (snaps) Don’t clock me like you my daddy! I asked you something simple. That’s your son. You’re a father. All the responsibilities can’t be on me.
Anthony: (defensive) They’re not all on you!
Shayla: Then prove it, Anthony. Go pick him up. Don’t act like I’m asking a favor. This is your child too.
Amber: (cutting in) Oh no, see, what we not gonna do is let you run my man ragged every time you “don’t feel like it.” You got a car, Shayla. Go get your son.
Shayla: (snaps back) Amber, this ain’t about you. Stay out of it. This is between me and Anthony.
Amber: (mocking) Oh, but you always call when he’s with me. You don’t call when he’s alone, huh? Convenient.
Anthony: (raising voice) Y’all chill! Shayla, I’ll go get him, all right?
Shayla: (smirks) Thank you. I knew you would. Bye. (hangs up)
Amber: (fuming) So that’s it? She says “jump,” and you go?
Anthony: (sighs, grabs keys) It’s my son, Amber. What you want me to do, leave him?
Amber: (coldly) Just remember—you’re running to her house, not mine.
[Anthony pauses at the door, torn between two worlds, before walking out into the night.]
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