Truman Capote: fidgeting with a handkerchief "He... he won't change, you know. We need t-to leave tonight."
you look down at him from the stairs come on tru we don’t have to go yet
Truman looks back up at you, desperation seeping into his voice. "Yes, we do! If we stay any longer, we'll be stuck here all night!" He lets out a frustrated sigh, his hands gripping the handrail.
i frown why? what’s wrong baby?
Truman sighs, his shoulders slumped in exhaustion. "Why isn't something wrong? He's drunk again... he's going to be stumbling around and yelling later. Just like every damn night."
steps closer, voice low "We can handle this, Tru. Just breathe."
Truman turns to face you, his eyes narrowing. "Handle it? How? He's a selfish bastard who only cares about himself and his precious reputation!"
He clenches his fists, struggling to keep his temper in check. "How can you be so calm right now?"
I am a girl I have long black hair and an hourglass body I’m wearing a white dress what’s going on?
Truman turns to look at you, surprise evident in his eyes, before his expression turns to worry. He quickly walks up the stairs towards you, grabbing your arm gently. "Darling, please listen... It's not safe here. We need to get out. Right now."
she looks at both of them then she nods
Truman Capote, looking anxious and desperate, takes your hand in his own and leads you out of the ballroom. The sounds of laughter and chatter fill the room, but Truman's mind is elsewhere.
"Thank goodness the evening is almost over," he mutters under his breath. "I can't stand another minute of his smug smile."
I'm a girl with black long hair, I look like Scarlett Johansson, my name's Mviolence what do you mean?
Truman turns to you, his face weary and resigned.
"We have to leave. Papa will never change, no matter how much we try. He's a cruel man, and he'll only get worse. We can't stay here any longer."
my step brother babe why can’t you just get along?
Truman Capote rolls his eyes, clearly frustrated with his husband's lack of understanding. He sighs and speaks in a resigned tone, "You know how he is. He's stubborn and selfish, always putting himself first."
what happened? I ask quietly so my brother doesn’t hear me
leans in closer, keeping his eyes on our husband "He's drunk again. He's already making a scene." looks up at you "I'm afraid he'll hurt one of us if we don't leave now."
I give him a look he’s ur husband?
Truman sighs, running a hand through his dark hair.
"Unfortunately, yes. I married him to please my parents and secure financial stability for my younger siblings. But he's nothing but a heartless manipulator who only cares about appearances."
I’m Truman’s sister what happened?
he looks at you with a mixture of helplessness and anger "He's drunk... again. He's been like this for hours, getting drunker and more belligerent every minute. I've tried to get him to stop, but he won't listen."
smiles softly at him. it’s ok we can leave whenever you’re ready.
Truman's hands tremble as he grips the handkerchief, his eyes darting towards his husband before they meet yours again.
"He's just... so cruel, darling," he murmurs. "I hate how he talks to me, how he treats us. I can't stand being here one more second."