brill! :D love reading your scripts, you write them so well! :) more very soon please, cant wait
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brill! :D love reading your scripts, you write them so well! :) more very soon please, cant wait
Thanks to everyone who replied - sorry it took so long to update! :o
5.
“Mum …”
“Where the hell have ya been?” Rosie demanded, turning at the sound of her eldest son’s voice but stopping in her tracks as she realised they had a guest. “Oh …”
“Hi, Rosie.” Tash said hesitantly.
“Hi, love. Listen, this ain’t really a good time …”
“I know, that’s kinda why I’m here.” the girl tried to explain, “Mickey told me and he thought …”
“Mickey! Ya don’t go round tellin’ family business to any Tom, Dick or Harry!”
“Oh, come on, Mum – I told Tash, it ain’t like she’s just anyone! And anyway, I thought she could help.”
“Unless she’s a doctor now …”
“I thought Demi might talk to her – someone not so … She probably feels like she can’t talk to any of us, but maybe it’d be different with someone who ain’t family …”
“I’m her mum – she can talk to me!” Rosie insisted, hurt by the thought of Demi or any of her kids not being able to confide in her.
“Well, she ain’t, is she?” said Mickey, “Look, it ain’t you, it’s just gonna be hard for her – thinkin’ she’s let ya down and everything.”
“Maybe this ain’t such a good idea …” Tash said, her hand on his arm to get his attention. “I should go …”
“Tash, hang on.” Mickey begged, “Mum, come on; if Demi ain’t gonna talk to any of us, what harm can it do?”
Torn between wanting to do anything which would help her young daughter and not wanting anyone else to succeed where she had failed, Rosie considered it for a moment before her shoulders sagged in defeat.
“Go on then.” she said, her voice tense. “But just … If she lets you in, just tell her … Tell her no one’s angry with her.”
“Course.” Tash nodded, before admitting, “She might not talk to me either, but I’ll try.”
“Right, love, lets get you a nice cuppa.” Keith said, herding Rosie in the direction of the living room. “Mickey, stick the kettle on, son.”
*
Left alone in front of Demi’s bedroom door, Tash took a deep breath and then knocked lightly, not expecting any response and so, not surprised when she didn’t get one.
“Dems? Dems, it’s Tash – just thought we could … have a chat?” Tash called, inwardly cringing at how that sounded but feeling stuck for anything better to say. But then this was hardly how she’d imagined spending her day; it wasn’t exactly a scenario you prepared for – giving a pep talk to your boyfriend’s pregnant kid sister. “Come on, Demi, don’t leave me standin’ out here … That brother of yours insisted on stayin’ out till all hours last night and I’m still knackered! And kinda hungover, if I’m honest …”
With a sigh, she ran a hand through her hair and leaned against the door for a second, trying to hear if there was any reaction at all from inside.
“Demi?” she tried again, “Listen, you don’t have to talk to me – I know I ain’t family, I just thought you might like another girl to talk to. But your mum just wants to know how you are – she told me to tell you she ain’t mad or nothin’ – you could talk to her. Or your dad, if you want. Mickey even – he’s actually a pretty good listener for a bloke; trust me, I’ve bent his ear often enough to know! They’re all just worried about you; they don’t really know what’s goin’ on yet …”
Still no response.
“That lot ain’t gonna just go away, ya know.” she said, changing tack as she sat down with her back against the door and her legs stretched out in front of her. “None of this is. You can’t change what’s happened, Demi, so the sooner you face up to it, the better. I know that sounds harsh and I ain’t havin’ a go, but you ain’t got a choice – you have to deal with this.” She paused to let that sink in, wondering for a second if the young girl could even hear her on the other side of the door. “This would be a lot easier if you’d just open the door …”
“Any luck?” Mickey whispered, sticking his head round the corner of the kitchen door.
“Yeah, Micks, I’m just sitting out here ‘cos it’s sooo comfy.” she said, rolling her eyes with a wry grin. “Now, go give us some peace!”
He disappeared again and Tash shook her head, leaning back against the door again. “Your brother – not the most patient soul, is he? You’re lucky it ain’t him sittin’ here or you’d have no bedroom door left …”
*
Meanwhile, inside the small bedroom, Demi was curled up on her bed, her face buried in her pillow as she listened to Tash ramble on about her brother. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn’t have minded – after the initial teasing she and her twin brother had put the elder girl through when she had first started dating Mickey, a routine all their brother’s girlfriends were fated to endure, Demi in particular had found she was actually pretty likeable. She was up for a laugh, was good for borrowing cds and stuff off and, probably most importantly in the eyes of the twins, had yet to land them in it when she discovered one of their scams. Now, however, Demi wished she would just leave her alone – she didn’t want to face anyone. What would she say? What could she say?
It wasn’t like anyone could help her, not really – this was her mess. Well, not just her mess, but she was the one who’d have to deal with it. Alone …
“Dems, you ain’t alone in this, you know …” she could hear Tash saying from outside. “You’re lucky, you’ve got a family who’d support you through anything …”
Not this though, she thought. And especially not if they knew the whole story. Demi wiped at the tears falling down her cheeks at the thought of having to tell her parents everything; she just couldn’t, they’d go mad.
“Just … leave me alone!” she finally called out tearfully, not wanting to listen to any more about how supportive everyone would be. “Leave me alone!”
“Demi?” This time, she could hear the anxiety rising in Tash’s voice and the sound of her clambering to her feet. “I didn’t mean to upset you, darlin’ … Just talk to me. To any of us.”
“Go AWAY!” Demi half sobbed, half yelled, throwing her pillow at the door in frustration before curling up on her bed again and crying bitterly.
“Demi!" Tash called, obviously worried now. “I ain’t leaving you on your own in a state – you might as well open the door ‘cos I ain’t goin’ nowhere! Demi, I swear to God, you open that door or I’ll kick the flamin’ thing in!”
“Just go away ...” came the plea amongst the tears, but it was too soft for Tash to even hear.
*
to be continued...
awwww that was so sweet I was nearly in tears bless Demi's little socks this is fabulous darling as usual definately worth the wait keep it coming
Ah poor demi, post more soon this is excellant!
fab! :D poor demi. im loving this script its brill! :) more very very soon please, cant wait
aww bless poor demi i wonder what the whole story is?!? :)
:D i have done the next part to my 3 dr who scripts now please see them
Wow...please do more!
Thanks, everyone!
6.
“What’s goin’ on?” asked Mickey, reappearing from the kitchen at the sound of raised voices, “You’ll have Mum back out here in a minute.”
“I think I’ve just made it worse –I didn’t mean to upset her!” Tash said anxiously, “Mickey, she’s crying her eyes out in there, we have to do something or she’ll make herself sick!”
“Ayyy, it’s okay, I’m sure it ain’t your fault – what did ya say?”
“Nothing! I just told her it wouldn’t go away and she’d have to face it but everyone would support her – I said everything you’re meant to say!” she exclaimed, but adding after a sheepish pause, “Although I might have threatened to kick her door in … Only ‘cos I was so flippin’ worried though!”
Under different circumstances, he probably would have laughed at the confession, but seeing the concern on her face was enough to keep that under wraps as he just stepped up to the still firmly closed door.
“Let me try again.” he said, “Demi? It’s me. Listen, darlin’, you’re gonna have to come outta there – you’ve got everyone really worried now. You heard Tash – she wants to try kickin’ the door in! Now, I would let her, but who d’ya think’s gonna have to carry her home when she breaks her foot? And anyway, the longer you stay in there, the harder you’re just gonna make things for yourself – how long d’ya think you can stay put? You have to come out some time, so it might as well be sooner rather than later.”
“Yeah, come on, Dems,” Tash said, “I mean, don’t you think this has gone far enough? Mickey’s starting to sound sensible!”
“Oh, cheers for that, babe!” he exclaimed.
“Anytime!” she shot back with a grin before freezing as Mickey grabbed her arm, cutting their banter short at the sound of movement from inside the room. “Demi?”
Listening intently, the two could hear the sound of someone moving around and then the key turning in the lock, making them both step back from the door expectantly. Neither of them knew what they would actually say if the young girl chose to finally come out of her hiding place, but racking their brains proved unnecessary as they hadn’t time to get a word in as Demi pushed open the door and simply ran for the bathroom.
“Think I’m gonna be sick …” they heard as she fled past them and they exchanged pained glances, neither particularly keen on being present for that.
“Poor kid …” Tash sighed, “Come on, someone better check she’s okay.”
*
to be continued...
fab! :D poor demi, she should really speak to someone about it. im loving reading this script! :) more very soon please, cant wait