Dramatic Monologue
Glen is a 45 year old shop manager, he is married to a woman named Lorraine, they have two children, he is currently inspecting his face in the bathroom mirror.What do I say this time? A knock on the side of the door, maybe it's time to be more adventurous. People will start to wonder this time, of course, no one will know the true meaning of how I got this black eye. No one would believe me anyway. Who would? No one would question the innocence of her. Still, I will have to tell them something. When they see me, they will not only see my thinning hairline ever receding, they will see my black and blue face, beaten to a pulp.
My alarm didn't go off yesterday morning. The second time this has happened this week, this of course means I was be late again. I must be on my last warning now, I can't bear to imagine the reaction if I told her I lost my job, she already thinks I don't make enough money, still, I make twice as much as her. It doesn't matter however, it all goes on her prestigious lifestyle anyway. A bottle of whiskey, that's all I spend money on each week. I hide it under the bed, where only I can reach it, if she found it one day she would stain my skin black and blue, more than she does usually. Of course, I only drink because of her and the way she treats me.
To the outside world she, is a caring loving mother. I see the way Clare and Tony idolise her. She can do no wrong in our friends eyes. "what an amazing wife you have Glen" they say "I don't know how she does it all, I wish you were more like her" Tony probably says. The kids are the same. In their eyes she is a saint. All the activities she takes them to, little do they know the funds are all coming out of my wallet, maybe they will thank me one day instead. Unlikely however, I am no match to her.
Last night I went to the pub with the lads. Liverpool vs. Arsenal was on. Maybe I had a little too much to drink, but I need something to numb me from my situation at times. I don't really remember much of the night. After I came home I do remember arguing and this morning I woke up with a bruised face. Thankfully today is Saturday, I don't have any work today, but I'm out with the lads tonight. They will no doubt be the first ones to question my face.
Lorraine is out with the kids today which means I'm on my own. The first break I have had on my own for a long time. I looked under the bed this morning, my whiskey has run out. It always seems to have run out. I will be making a trip to the off licence later. Today is a special day, I might even buy two bottles.