Broken Together

By: Ty Schambach

Bryce: I love you.

Sydney: You clearly don't.

Byrce: Why aren't you looking at me Sydney? (Sydney still stares away from him.) Look at me.

Sydney: No...

Bryce: Look at me! (grabs her arms and turns her towards him)

Sydney: (Struggles to get free) Get off you.. Fuckin... piece of shit! (rips her arms out of his hands and then slaps him) Don't you ever touch me like that again.

Bryce: You are a firecracker aren't ya.

Sydney: You're a little snake aren't ya.

Bryce: I told you I'm sorry.

Sydney: Awe really? I guess that changes everything. I'll just forget you were with that slut last night.

Bryce: It was one mistake.

Sydney: And how many times were you with that one mistake? (Bryce goes quiet. Sydney realizes there is an answer he doesn't want to tell her) Go on. Tell me, because I know you have an answer behind those lying eyes.

Bryce: You really wanna know? Fine, what's the month?

Sydney: Aw.. does your poor drunk ass not know what day it is either?

Bryce: Just tell me what month it is.

Sydney: Tell me what month you got with her the first time.

Bryce: ......November...

Sydney: How many times did you do it a month?

Bryce: I don't know two, maybe three.

Sydney: You fucking dickhead! It's fucking July Bryce! You've been going behind my back for nine fucking months! You got with that skank 3 times a month! That's twenty seven times you cheating asshole!

Bryce: I wore a condom...

Sydney: Oh! How chivalrous of you! I'm surprised I didn't catch a disease from your dirty asses.
Bryce: Would you just quit the fucking act. You know you won't leave me.

Sydney: Oh really! You wanna put money on that!

Bryce: At least I have money for you.

Sydney: Watch what you say to me.

Bryce: Or what? Are you going to bet it all on Red instead Black this time?

Sydney: You know I'm trying to quit.

Bryce: Are you, or are you waiting for the next casino to open up?

Sydney: Fuck you... I might be a gambler, but good thing I'm not the one that pisses and moans about his father being a drunk and then becomes one. (they are both standing in silence) I shouldn't have said that..

Bryce: Save it. Give me the ring back.

Sydney: The engagement ring?

Bryce: What other fucking ring?

Sydney: No.

Bryce: What do you mean no? I want it back. You hate me and I'm getting pretty damn close to hating you, so give me the goddamn ring now!

Sydney: I can't!

Bryce: Oh look at that. Not ready to let go?

Sydney: It's not that. (she shyly shows her hand without the ring) I pawned it last week.