Stage lights turn on. The stage is set in a woman’s bedroom. In the middle of the stage a man lays dead on the floor, three women are on the stage. One is standing near the body, close to a chair near a mirror. The other is sitting on the bed in shock whilst the last is kneeling down close to the woman on the bed.
ANNA: Is he dead?
DARCY: Are you sure?
(ANNA bends over and checks for a pulse, then jumps up when she realises he’s dead)
ANNA: He’s dead Darcy. What the hell went on here Delilah? He’s dead!
DELILAH: I-I-I know that Anna.
ANNA: Was it murder, self-defence or naturally?
(DELILAH remains silent)
ANNA: Did you kill him on purpose?
ANNA: Jesus, he’s dead. I can’t believe you killed your husband!
DARCY: Stop panicking Anna.
ANNA: What! There is a dead person lying on our sister’s bedroom floor! And that person is her husband.
DARCY: I know that Anna! I know, but that isn’t helping. So stop panicking.
(DARCY looks at DELILAH’s hands, covered in blood)
DARCY: You need to wash your hands Delilah, get his blood off your hands.
(DELILAH gets up to exit on the right side of the stage, before leaving she looks at her sisters, then exits stage)
DARCY: This is a mess.
ANNA: (Whispering) Mess? Darcy, this is more than a mess, this is murder. She murdered him Darcy, our baby sister killed her husband, how the hell do we sort this out? And what about the police?
DARCY: (Whispering) Don’t you think I know this is way out of our hands. I know she killed her husband, and I know we need to call the police, but we need to know why she did it. So instead of asking questions that I can’t answer, just help me try to solve this.
(DELILAH returns on the stage with a hand towel. She places the towel on the bed and looks at her husband dead on the floor, her eyes water)
DELILAH: What have I done? What have I done Darcy? I’m going to jail. No one will believe my story (cries).
DARCY: (Comforting DELILAH) It’s okay, stop crying, I know it looks bad now, but it’ll get better, trust me.
DELILAH: How Darcy? He’s dead, I killed him, and no one will understand why.
DARCY: They will.
(DELILAH nods then stops crying)
ANNA: So, how are we going to fix this?
DARCY: Right now, I’m not too sure, but we will.
ANNA: We don’t have all the time in the world Darcy, he’s dead and if we want our sister to get away with this, we need to get rid of the body.
DARCY: (Looking at ANNA) Well do you have an idea? Or are you just going to keep reminding me that he’s dead, because I can see that.
ANNA: Let me just remind you all that the more time we waste trying to be calm, is the longer we have a dead body in the bedroom. If we don’t do something soon, people will wonder where the famous Paul Willingham has gotten to. And then when he doesn’t answer anyone’s phone calls, they’ll turn to Delilah.
(DELILAH starts crying again)
DARCY: See what you’ve done!
ANNA: What! I’m just saying the truth and you know it Darcy! You know people will wonder where he disappeared to, and who do you think they’ll turn to next? His fucking wife, that’s who.
(DARCY walks up to ANNA and stands directly in front of her, making DARCY move backwards, up against the chair in front of the mirror)
DARCY: You are not helping Anna! Don’t you think I’ve considered that, I know people will question his disappearance, but you saying it does not solve anything! Are you here to help or just to state the obvious?
(ANNA slowly sits on the chair, looking down)
ANNA: I-I came to help.
DARCY: Well then start doing it!
DELILAH: It’s true though isn’t it Darcy? (Both ladies look at DELILAH) What Anna is saying is true.
DARCY: No –
DELILAH: You don’t need to lie to me; I’m not your baby sister anymore!
DARCY: Look at what you’ve done Anna.
ANNA: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be harsh Delilah. I just wanted you to understand that this situation is beyond Darcy and I. And I’m scared Delilah, he’s dead and I’m scared, I’m terrified for you, you’re my baby sister and your husband is dead. But, I will never leave you because your problem is mine too. I’ll be there every step, even with the police.
DARCY: Not the authorities –
DELILAH: I should have called the police!
DELILAH: I should have!
DARCY: No Delilah.
DELILAH: I’ve made everything worse for myself.
DARCY: Delilah stop!
(Everyone looks at DARCY, who is pacing around the room.)
DARCY: Maybe not calling the police isn’t such a bad thing, they may have gotten your story wrong and where would that have gotten you? Locked up and thrown in jail. So please, can we not talk about the police? We can consider them later on, but right now we need to actually hear what went on before reporting to them. Okay?
(ANNA nods along with DELILAH)
DARCY: Delilah, I need you to recall what happened here before you called Anna and I to come and help you. And make sure you don’t miss out anything, okay?
DELILAH: I came home late, even though I knew that would have made him angry. But I had work to complete, if I didn’t get it finished I would have been on my third strike and I couldn’t afford to lose my job. So I stayed, but not for long. (Pause.) Then once I had gotten home he was quiet, really quiet. I thought maybe if I cooked some dinner he would be fine. But he ate it and then went to bed. Still silent. (Pause.) I knew he was angry and I was scared, he wasn’t speaking to me, and I knew how that always ended. Once I was ready to go to bed, he was already waiting for me. Sitting on the bed, just anticipating my arrival. I changed and tried to climb into bed and then he spoke. He shouted at me, (her voice begins trembling) I tried to apologise, I really did, I said sorry. I told him what would have happened if I didn’t stay, but he didn’t listen. Instead he got angrier that I was responding. Then he got up, and slapped me, hard (touches her cheek). I screamed and then he started beating me, non-stop. He was furious; he started strangling me (chokes back a cry). I was going to die Darcy, I didn’t know what to do. Then he pushed me onto the dresser and watched me change colour, from white to blue. I knew I was going to die, at the hands of my own husband (begins crying). I loved him. But he just wouldn’t stop hitting me, his grip got firmer around my neck, so I did what anyone would do, I grabbed the closest thing and hit him on the head with it. I wasn’t going to let him kill me, so I kept hitting him. Even though I couldn’t breathe, I still hit him, he fell in the middle of the room, and I just didn’t stop. If I did he would have killed me Darcy, he would have (starts crying).
(The room falls silent after DELILAH has finished speaking, ANNA is visibly crying, whilst DARCY is standing watching the man on the floor)
ANNA: Why didn’t you tell us he was hitting you Delilah?
DELILAH: He said he would do worse if I told anyone.
ANNA: We’re your sisters, we would have helped you, I can’t believe you went through all of that alone. (Grasps) I’m so sorry Delilah… how many times has he done this to you?
DELILAH: I don’t know.
ANNA: Last Christmas you had a black eye?
DELILAH: It was him.
(ANNA’s cries become audible whilst DELILAH silently cries)
ANNA: Oh Delilah, I’m so sorry.
(ANNA goes to DELILAH and embraces her lovingly)
DARCY: (Monotone) I’m proud you killed him.
(Both ANNA and DELILAH look at DARCY)
DARCY: And anyone who believes that you did this intentionally without any reason is a fool.
ANNA: Are there bruises.
DELILAH: I know I should have told you all. I was just scared he was going to hurt you. Plus, mum was going through that heart problem; I didn’t want to add my stress on top of the family stress. I thought he’d stop; I thought our love was stronger than this, but things changed.
ANNA: Darcy, what are we going to do? He hurt our sister, we should report him to the police, her bruises will be enough evidence right?
DELILAH: I don’t want everyone to know. I don’t want my name in the media.
DARCY: We will figure that out when it comes.
(Gets her phone out)
DELILAH: What are you doing?
DARCY: Calling the police, now I know what happened. You were just defending yourself. I’ll get the police here, so they can hear what happened to and take this scumbag out of here. Everything will be fine Delilah, I promise.
(DARCY kisses DELILAH’s head then leaves the stage)
DELILAH: Not the police Anna, I’m scared.
ANNA: Don’t be, you heard Darcy, she’s going to sort this entire mess out.
DELILAH: She can’t though.
ANNA: It’s okay Delilah, he can’t hurt you anymore, the police will take care of everything.
DELILAH: They can’t, they can’t…I’ll go to prison.
ANNA: (Hugging her) It’s okay, shush, everything will be fine.
DELILAH: It won’t, because…because…this is my fault.
ANNA: (Looking at DELILAH) It’s not Delilah.
DELILAH: (Crying) I hit him first Anna. He was sleeping when I got to bed. And then when I tried to get in, he pushed me out, said he was angry with me and that I should sleep on the couch. I said sorry, but he ignored me. So I tried to get in the bed again. He pushed me out. So I started hitting him, we got into a fight, but he was trying to stop me, not attack me. He pushed me, so I shouted at him, he slapped me, and before I knew it, I grabbed the closest thing and hit him over the head. He never got back up. Anna, I killed my husband…
ANNA: Oh my God. (Letting go of DELILAH) Why did you lie to us?
DELILAH: Because I knew what would happen to me, Anna please don’t let Darcy know.
ANNA: Has he ever hit you?
DELILAH: Yes, but this time it was my fault. Anna, if I didn’t aggravate him, he wouldn’t have pushed me. I caused this argument.
ANNA: Jesus Delilah, what have you done?
DELILAH: Darcy can’t find out…
DARCY: The police will be here soon, don’t worry Delilah, this nightmare is over (coming to hug DELILAH).
(Whilst DARCY hugs DELILAH, DELILAH looks at ANNA, with tears in her eyes)
– End Scene. Curtains Close.
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