Characters:
Mother & Son from Night Women
Setting:
Shack (In the future, son is now 16)
Script:
Gianna DiMarino -mother
Dilyara -son (grown up)
Night Women
(Son attempts to get up and leave)
Mother: where are you off to with that heavy bag?
Son: *sighs* I need to leave mother
Mother: for what? I already brought home dinner
Son: no. I am leaving. Forever.
Mother: *laughs* please, sit down and explain this foolishness
Son: I am not the foolish one. You are. *Sits*
I know what you do in the night.
Mother: What do you mean? Have you been having nightmares?
Son: This is something that has been bothering me lately, I cannot stay here with you anymore.
Mother: I do not understand your troubles. Please, explain to me these nightmares.
Son: Nightmares? They are not nightmares, they are real. I know what you have been doing. I am no longer a naive child. Your silly dreams can no longer shield me from your sinful life.
Mother:W-What…….I don’t understand what you’re telling me sweet boy
*RAISED VOICE* Son: Mom you need to wake up, I know that you’re screwing men every single night right next to me!
Mother: *Slaps son* Do not speak to me in that disrespectful manner. You know nothing of the sacrifices I have made for you!
Son: Sacrifice? I cannot ignore this fact anymore. I’m sick of living in shame. Do you know what my friends’ parents have been saying about you? They know you are a whore.
Mother: Oh, you ungrateful brat!!! I have done nothing but provide for you! I could have left you on the sidewalk a long time ago like my sister had with her daughter. I have loved you unconditionally.
Son: And apparently every other man within a ten mile radius!!!
Mother: I fed you, I made it possible for you to be an educated boy, I never made you starve and I provided you with a roof to stay under!
Son: well now it is time for me to provide for myself, in a honorable manner, unlike your scum-worthy self. I cannot continue my life as a man, living with a mother who does such dirty deeds. I need to be free from you.
Mother: I… I… I don't… Do you think about my stories at night? All the angels and butterflies? Wasn’t that so nice?
Son: You are crazy. You have tried to fool me for too many years. *Attempts to leave*
Mother: No! *Grabs his arm* Son, you are my world. I am trying to make the night stories come to life for you… everything my boy has ever wanted!
Son: No, Everything you ever wanted. *Leaves*
*Silence pause*
Mother: Oh no!! Son! Please! I need help! *Hacks, coughs* Help! HELLPPP!
Son: *turns around in doorway* What, what, what happened?? Please, someone, anyone, my mother!! *kneels down next to her*
Mother: No, no people *cough*
Son: what? You need help!
Mother: No, *Stands up* You need to stay with me. *wraps arms around son’s neck*
Son: Please, let me go. This is foolish, you know I am stronger than you! *Escapes from mother’s arms*
Mother: *frustrated* Think about everything I have done. Sacrificing so much, always being there for you. I have given my whole life to you. How selfish could you be to leave me like this? Alone and in pain. Please, think about your fault.
Son: *solemn voice* I cannot fight with you anymore. I will stay with you now, but know that I can no longer live with your shame.
*Mother hugs son*
Mother: *smiles grimly* I love you.
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