Scene 7
Patrick's apartment. Patrick is sitting on his bed, looking through his phone. He is tense and sad.
Patrick: (typing) Hey babe. No. Hello, Mr. Jamison. No. Hi Tod. I don't think dead people get text messages, but it's worth a shot. I- I miss you, Tod. Your daughter came to see me, some girl she's grown up to be. I forgot you had her, her boyfriend is so crazy about her. You'd like him. Part of me wishes we could've stayed together long enough to have kids together. Holly asked me if I loved you, Tod. I'm not sure what to say. I don't want to love you. I want to hate you, Tod. I don't want to love someone who can't love me anymore. Tod, I miss you. God, I miss you. Send.
There is a knock at the door. Patrick is oblivious. He is still staring at his phone.
Roger enters.
Roger: Patrick?
He startles Patrick, and Patrick is shocked to see him.
Patrick: Oh! Hello.
Roger: Patrick- What's going on?
Patrick: What do you mean?
Roger: Why did we split up? Why haven't you gone to work? Why don't answer your phone?
Patrick: My boyfriend died.
Roger: Your boyfriend died?!
Patrick: Yes.
Roger: Boyfriend-
Patrick: Boyfriend.
Roger: I- Patrick I can't believe you.
Patrick: I'm sorry but I-
Roger: No, Patrick. No. No excuses. Nothing. You fucking cheated on me. You don't get to make excuses. We were taking a break, Patrick. A break. I didn't think we were getting divorced.
Patrick: We don't have to.
Roger: Are you fucking serious?! I'm getting a lawyer as soon as I leave here, I'm not going to stay married to a cheater, Patrick.
Patrick: Roger listen I-
Roger: No, I'm not going to listen. I listened when you told me that you needed some time, I listened when you told me you loved me. I listened when you told me to trust you. I'm done listening.
Patrick: It's not that I didn't love you. I just wanted his love too.
Roger: You don't get both! That's not how marriage works! You don't get bored of me and secretly grab another man.
Patrick: Well I don't get both now.
Roger: You get neither.
Patrick: My boyfriend died, give me a break.
Roger: What the fuck, Patrick? You want me to give you "a break?" We were on a break and you took advantage of it. (Scoffs) "A break." Do you not understand that you cheated on me?
Patrick: No I understand, I just think you should have some sympathy.
Roger: I'm supposed to feel bad because the man you cheated on me with died? Karma's a bitch, Patrick.
Patrick: That's so inconsiderate.
Roger: And cheating isn't? I'm mad at a man who can't perceive anger, and you cheated on me. Perspective, Patrick.
Patrick: Roger-
Roger: Don't Roger me. I will never forgive you.
Patrick: No! Please! Listen!
Roger: My lawyer will be in touch, Patrick. Best wishes...and fuck you.
Roger exits.
Patrick plummets onto the bed, and falls apart.
Blackout.
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Closets - A Play
General Fiction"You promise everything is going to be okay?" The Jamisons appear to be the perfect family, living in Kansas City, Kansas. However, secrecy and deceit lies within the white picket fences, and not every family is as picture perfect as they seem.
