Wayne Skits

  INT. LIVING ROOM – EVENING A dimly lit room. Soft yellow light spills from a corner lamp. The atmosphere feels heavy, almost suffocating. BETHANY sits on the edge of the couch, her fingers nervously intertwined. Her eyes are restless, like she’s been holding something in for too long. Across from her, her FATHER leans back in his chair, watching her carefully. A long silence. The ticking of a wall clock grows louder. FATHER (softly) You’ve been quiet all day, Bethany. What’s on your mind? Bethany exhales slowly, gathering courage. BETHANY (hesitant) Dad… I need to tell you something. Something that’s been bothering me for a while. Her father straightens, sensing the weight in her tone. FATHER I’m listening. Bethany looks down, her voice trembling slightly. BETHANY It’s about Larry… and his ex-wife. A subtle shift in the father’s expression. Concern replaces calm. FATHER What about them? Bethany clenches her hands tighter. BETHANY I don’t like it. I rea...

INT. SHARRA’S LIVING ROOM – EVENING A soft amber glow fills the room. The ticking of a wall clock echoes louder than it should. The air feels heavy, like something unspoken is pressing against the walls. LARRY stands near the doorway, hesitant. His shoulders are tense, eyes tired — a man carrying too much. SHARRA sits calmly on a couch, watching him with quiet understanding. A long silence. SHARRA (softly) You’ve been standing there for five minutes, Larry. Come… sit. Larry exhales slowly, as if letting go of something invisible, and walks toward her. He sits, but keeps his distance. LARRY (voice strained) I didn’t know where else to go. SHARRA You came to the right place. She studies his face — the sleepless eyes, the clenched jaw. SHARRA What happened now? Larry runs his hands through his hair, frustrated. LARRY It’s… everything. Bethany, the house, the constant tension… it never stops. (pauses) I feel like I’m suffocating. Sharra leans forward slightly, listening deeply...

  INT. JADEN’S HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – EVENING Dim light filters through the curtains. The room feels heavy, tense. JADEN paces back and forth, jaw clenched, eyes burning with anger. His phone is still in his hand, the screen glowing faintly. A long silence. The front door opens. BETHANY steps in, hesitant. She senses the tension instantly. BETHANY (softly) Jaden… you’re home early. Jaden stops pacing. Slowly turns. His eyes lock onto her. JADEN (cold, controlled) Yeah. I am. A beat. Silence stretches. BETHANY (trying to stay calm) Is everything okay? Jaden lets out a bitter laugh. JADEN Okay? You really want to ask me that? Bethany stiffens. She takes a cautious step forward. BETHANY Jaden, what happened? Jaden walks toward her, each step heavy with anger. JADEN I just came from the lawyer. (beat) Lyntee’s case… it’s getting worse. Bethany’s face tightens. BETHANY I told you, I didn’t— JADEN (interrupting, sharp) Stop. Silence. He runs a hand through his hair, frustrated. JADEN Be...