🔥“Finally, Delica revealed the truth to Shayla about herself and Iman.”😱 Full Skit Below 👇🏻

 

 🔥“Finally, Delica revealed the truth to Shayla about herself and Iman.”😱

🌩️ Long Dramatic Conversation: Delica Reveals the Truth

Scene:

A quiet room lit by a single lamp. Shayla sits on the edge of the couch, arms crossed, eyes sharp with suspicion. Delica stands by the window, trembling, knowing she can’t hide anymore.

Delica:

Shayla… can you please just sit and listen? I swear this won’t make sense unless I say everything.

Shayla:

(Cold.)

Then talk. Because the way you’ve been acting these last few weeks? The secrets, the disappearing… I’m tired, Delica. I’m really tired.

Delica:

I know. And you have every right to be. I should’ve told you sooner—about me… and about Iman.

Shayla:

(Iman’s name hits like a slap.)

There it is. I knew he had something to do with this. What did you two do? Are you—

(Scoffs.)

You know what? Just say it before I start assuming the worst.

Delica:

It looks bad. I know it does. But Shayla… it isn’t what you think. Iman and I—

(Pauses, breath shaking.)

We’ve known each other far longer than you know. Longer than I ever let you believe.

Shayla:

So you lied.

Delica:

I hid things. There’s a difference. I was trying to protect you.

Shayla:

From what, Delica? He’s your “friend,” right? The one you pretend you barely talk to but somehow shows up everywhere? The one everyone keeps whispering about?

Delica:

Shayla, listen—Iman isn’t just a friend.

(Voice tightens.)

He’s my brother.

Shayla:

(Blinks.)

Your… what? That makes no—

No. No, Delica, you told me you were an only child.

Delica:

Because I thought I was.

For most of my life, I was told he died at birth. That’s what my mother made me believe. But he didn’t. He was taken away—hidden, raised by someone else. And now he’s back.

Shayla:

(Stunned silence.)

Why… why would your mother lie about something like that?

Delica:

Because she was protecting him from the same people who tried to take me.

(Steps closer.)

Shayla, the reason I disappear sometimes… the reason I’ve been distant…

It’s because Iman and I aren’t normal siblings. We’re—

Shayla:

(Whispers.)

What are you trying to say?

Delica:

We’re part of something bigger. Something dangerous. And the moment I told anyone, you’d be dragged into it too.

Shayla:

So you pushed me away instead.

Delica:

Because losing you terrified me more than any danger.

And I thought if I could just handle it myself… if I kept you out of it… you’d be safe.

Shayla:

(Tears forming but voice steady.)

You don’t get to decide what I can or can’t handle, Delica.

You should’ve trusted me.

Delica:

I know. I’m sorry.

But Shayla—there’s more. And this part… you’re going to hate me for it.

Shayla:

(Braces herself.)

Tell me.

Delica:

Iman isn’t just back.

He’s here because they found us again.

And he thinks… he thinks they’re coming for you next.

Shayla:

(Meets her eyes, fear creeping in.)

Why me?

Delica:

Because…

(Lowers her voice to a whisper.)

Because you’re the only person I couldn’t bear to lose. And they know that now.

🌑 THE END

Shayla stared at Delica, her breath uneven, her heart racing. Everything she had just heard swirled together—danger, secrets, hidden truths, Iman, and now herself caught in the center of it.

Shayla:

So what happens now?

Do they come for me… or do I run?

Delica stepped forward slowly, like she was approaching something fragile.

Delica:

No one is taking you anywhere.

Not while I’m still breathing.

Shayla’s eyes softened, but the fear was still there.

Shayla:

You can’t protect me from everything.

Delica:

Maybe not.

But I can stand between you and anything that tries to hurt you.

The room fell quiet—too quiet—until a soft knock echoed from the front door. Both women froze.

A second knock. Harder.

Shayla’s voice shook.

Shayla:

Is that them?

Delica didn’t answer. She didn’t have to. Her eyes told the truth.

She moved in front of Shayla, shielding her, her shoulders tense. The doorknob began to turn on its own, slow, deliberate, as if whoever stood on the other side knew exactly what they were about to walk into.

Shayla grabbed Delica’s hand.

Delica squeezed back—once, firmly.

Delica (whispering):

Whatever happens… stay behind me.

The door creaked open.

A shadowy figure stepped inside.

And that was it.

Their lives would never be the same after this moment.

Everything Delica tried to hide… had finally arrived.

And the three of them—Delica, Shayla, and Iman—would either survive together…

or fall together.

Fade to black.

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