House On Mango Street Monologue
The cab driver mumbled incomprehensible but foul language as I entered. I heaved my heavy brown overcoat off as I entered the cab so as to sit comfortably in this sticky, sweat smelling car. Will father show mercy, after all I promised that marrying her was my only favour. This ridiculous New York traffic, surrounded by those crooks prowling and scavenging on those that dare to walk alone. The dull grey sky didn’t interest me in the slightest and as I began getting restless, as my eyes feasted upon my ex-wife pictured with that Italian scum on the front page of the New York. I flew into rage as a roaring volcano erupted in my heart, her flaming red hair hurled around her shoulder and her shadowed eyes masking her true self. Her supine body posture whisking everyone in her wake to watch, to follow, to look at her. Business with the Materazzis never went smoothly, but as father vowed that peace had arrived and the hatred would cease
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however only lasted a stunted time when that back stabbing evil angel turned sides. Giorgino Materazzi had started a war, first humiliating my own brother then buying my wife. My everything, but she had a choice. One she will regret. How could she do that to me? I risked my relationship with the man that taught me everything. Still she had the audacity to liken my younger brothers work ethic and criticise something I had been doing for most of my years alive. I was controlled, she was like a puppeteer pulling my strings governing every action I make without me realising.
She’s very lucky though, the senator was investigating me for a while and needs any form of negative issue on me. I needed to lay low not drag attention, but how could she have the power over me, after all those memories all she did was compare me. Is this a sign of weakness, am I even strong enough to control my own family if I’m unable to control my wife? The strain it had on me, I had never felt so alone, so lost and incapable of doing what I had thrived with for longer than my brother. However, this was an early sign, the beginning of the pain, the suffering and the endless anguish. The other families will find out, what will become of me? I need to put this back in order. The shame brought on to my family will be unfathomable there has to be a solution. There just has to be. I need a cigarette, I can’t think straight. I saw this coming though when she first shamed me in public all I wanted was to silence her then and there but many watching, was I too weak and lenient. My father must understand, I made another mistake but surely he wasn’t being serious about last time. Now the senator and federal government are investigating new leads, I must silence the snakes and stop their hissing.
My head jerked forward as the driver had to abruptly pull the brakes as he nearly missed my turn off.
My head’s spinning now need another cigarette, only have 2 left. When the taxi smoothly rolled towards the house I began revising my speech. The rocky gravely road allowed me to decide how to avoid the oncoming piercing glares as I exited the relieved striped taxi. As I took the longest strenuous trudged footsteps to the front gate, past the uniformed stocky guard, around the flowing Italian water fountain as if gashed and then up the marble pearly white steps to only be confronted by barren shocked faces blazing with rage. “How could you”, my brother Oswald spat “What are we going to do Frank?”. I took off without taking focus off of my watch, I needed time to settle. I need to get this sorted, “Jonny get everyone in my office now!” I need to tell them all at once. When father comes I’ll be destroyed how can I face him in the eyes again, everything he’s worked for. The name. The reputation. Was I ever capable of being in the
family?
“Everyone, please see reasoning in the situation. Please, let me sort it out”, I pleaded with much distress. My brother’s baron voice harked out “What do you think you can do? We’re already under investigation and a few operations haves ceased. The scrutiny that we are under is bad enough, your idiotic decisions”. I hissed back “I have a plan, I know what we need to do”. “What we need to do!! Father may have other plans concerning your future with the family.” This was my last chance as I looked around the room searching for any sympathy or just someone that will understand me. How could they all agree; the consigliere surely understands and the inner men can see what will work. “I can kill Giorgino, I know I can.” This thought was short lived as heavy footsteps were heard from the stair case and a greeting was followed by the guard gently opening the handmade wooden door.
“Everyone leave”, he breathes. The quick hurried movements out the door were followed by the slow curving footsteps striding towards me. “Sonny, what we’re thinking? Sonny please listen very carefully. I will organise a car to take you to the airport where you will board. You have disgraced the family, I don’t want you attending public events. You mustn’t speak about us anymore. I know what happened, do as I say please.” I tried to muster a plead of forgiveness however only received the back of his collar and the door quietly shut. What do I do? Is this it? I need a cigarette, I slouched in the black leathered seat and lit one up. I was so well known. I was feared this was my kingdom. My cigarette burned and disappeared in my hands until all I was holding was dust.
however only lasted a stunted time when that back stabbing evil angel turned sides. Giorgino Materazzi had started a war, first humiliating my own brother then buying my wife. My everything, but she had a choice. One she will regret. How could she do that to me? I risked my relationship with the man that taught me everything. Still she had the audacity to liken my younger brothers work ethic and criticise something I had been doing for most of my years alive. I was controlled, she was like a puppeteer pulling my strings governing every action I make without me realising.
She’s very lucky though, the senator was investigating me for a while and needs any form of negative issue on me. I needed to lay low not drag attention, but how could she have the power over me, after all those memories all she did was compare me. Is this a sign of weakness, am I even strong enough to control my own family if I’m unable to control my wife? The strain it had on me, I had never felt so alone, so lost and incapable of doing what I had thrived with for longer than my brother. However, this was an early sign, the beginning of the pain, the suffering and the endless anguish. The other families will find out, what will become of me? I need to put this back in order. The shame brought on to my family will be unfathomable there has to be a solution. There just has to be. I need a cigarette, I can’t think straight. I saw this coming though when she first shamed me in public all I wanted was to silence her then and there but many watching, was I too weak and lenient. My father must understand, I made another mistake but surely he wasn’t being serious about last time. Now the senator and federal government are investigating new leads, I must silence the snakes and stop their hissing.
My head jerked forward as the driver had to abruptly pull the brakes as he nearly missed my turn off.
My head’s spinning now need another cigarette, only have 2 left. When the taxi smoothly rolled towards the house I began revising my speech. The rocky gravely road allowed me to decide how to avoid the oncoming piercing glares as I exited the relieved striped taxi. As I took the longest strenuous trudged footsteps to the front gate, past the uniformed stocky guard, around the flowing Italian water fountain as if gashed and then up the marble pearly white steps to only be confronted by barren shocked faces blazing with rage. “How could you”, my brother Oswald spat “What are we going to do Frank?”. I took off without taking focus off of my watch, I needed time to settle. I need to get this sorted, “Jonny get everyone in my office now!” I need to tell them all at once. When father comes I’ll be destroyed how can I face him in the eyes again, everything he’s worked for. The name. The reputation. Was I ever capable of being in the
family?
“Everyone, please see reasoning in the situation. Please, let me sort it out”, I pleaded with much distress. My brother’s baron voice harked out “What do you think you can do? We’re already under investigation and a few operations haves ceased. The scrutiny that we are under is bad enough, your idiotic decisions”. I hissed back “I have a plan, I know what we need to do”. “What we need to do!! Father may have other plans concerning your future with the family.” This was my last chance as I looked around the room searching for any sympathy or just someone that will understand me. How could they all agree; the consigliere surely understands and the inner men can see what will work. “I can kill Giorgino, I know I can.” This thought was short lived as heavy footsteps were heard from the stair case and a greeting was followed by the guard gently opening the handmade wooden door.
“Everyone leave”, he breathes. The quick hurried movements out the door were followed by the slow curving footsteps striding towards me. “Sonny, what we’re thinking? Sonny please listen very carefully. I will organise a car to take you to the airport where you will board. You have disgraced the family, I don’t want you attending public events. You mustn’t speak about us anymore. I know what happened, do as I say please.” I tried to muster a plead of forgiveness however only received the back of his collar and the door quietly shut. What do I do? Is this it? I need a cigarette, I slouched in the black leathered seat and lit one up. I was so well known. I was feared this was my kingdom. My cigarette burned and disappeared in my hands until all I was holding was dust.