This is a duologue (a piece containing only two people) I just finished writing. I have grammar checked but knowing me there will still be more. I'm having trouble with the end because every time I write something, it feels like I'm dragging it out. Let me know what you think. Thank you.
My Taken Right
(Lily walks into the room, her boyfriend, Will, close behind her)
Will: What is it you wanted to talk about?
Lily: Is something bothering you? You’ve been acting funny all weekend. I thought you’d be excited to see your uncle.
Will: (forcing a smile) I am.
Lily: William, don’t lie to me (raises voice). Don’t pretend you’re okay when I can see the fear in your eyes. (Moving close to him) Please, I want to help you.
Will: (Pained expression, whispers) I can’t.
Lily: (stroking his arm) Please, Will, you don’t have to be on your own.
Will: Yes I do (Shouting, knocks her arm away). You don’t have a clue what I’ve been through, you have no idea. Do you know what they say about people like me? They’d call me a fag, a weakling, a girl, liar, you name it they probably think of it. (Tears run down his face, he harshly wipes them away) I’m meant to be a man and yet I’m crying. Men don’t cry.
Lily: Will (confusion crosses her face before she realises) He raped you.
(Will falls to the floor, wailing into his hands. Lily is taken aback)
Lily: (falls to the floor beside him) It’s okay (she holds him) Shh, it’s okay. (She continues to comfort him, he slowly calms down). Tell me what happened. I won’t judge you. You are the strongest person I know; you are my rock and just because you were raped does not change that fact.
Will: (taking a slow, uneven breath, he looks her in the eyes) It started when I was 12. I was in the house alone. Everyone was outside; playing in the sun but it was giving me a headache so I came inside. That’s when he came in. My uncle. I barely noticed he was there until he pushed me up against the wall and… and (he trails away, unable to finish).
He said that if I told anyone he’d say I was lying and that I pushed myself on him. I was so scared. Everyone loves him so I thought they’d believe him over me. I was so lonely, so isolated because I couldn’t say what I wanted to say. They went on in peaceful ignorance.
Lily: (speaks softly) But it didn’t end there? (squeezes his hand tightly)
Will: (shakes head) Every time he visited. The first time it happened I hoped it was just a one off but it wasn’t. After that, I tried hiding myself and when that didn’t work I made sure to stay close to someone at all times. It worked in reality but my mind visited those hours regularly. The weakness, the pain, his satisfaction (he spat as tears rolled down his face).