Ok So here's what Marco was going thorugh the first chapter.

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It was such a peaceful night. The moon was full, the stars were bright, the air was cool a clam. To be honest he wanted to be with Dylan right now, not with Ellie writing some miserable History paper which would take like 3 hours, but he always had fun with Ellie. He took a little detour through the park. Bad memories poped back into his head 'boys night in boys town' . "This is were it happened. This is the exact spot I got bashed a long time ago.'' He felt uncomfortable, like someone was watching him. He knew that it was coming. He knew. He had the exact same feeling the first time. He wanted to run but could barly walk because he was frozen with fear. It just wanted to get the 'The Dot'. He wanted to get there more then ever. The he saw them. Four guys just standing around. The young Italin bit the side of his lip and breathed in deeply. 'Why didn't I just take the long way' it just kept saying the phrase like it was playing in his head. Rewind. Pause. Play. Rewind. Pause. Play. Rewind. Pause. Play. Marco could already feel tears filling in his eyes. He knew the pain he was about to indoure. He wanted to call for help, but was afride they would attack.

"Heyy fag" A tall boy in a black leather jacket, black pants, and black boots called to him for a small distance away.

"Wha..Wha.. I'm not a fag" Marco studderd trying to make himself half way convincing.

"Awwee that's a shame" the taller boy smiled. The three other guys approched him. All of them smiling

'Help me. He prayed to god. All I wanted to do was work on my paper, was that such a bad thing to do? No, so please help me'

The four men ripped at his shirt and restled him to the ground. "No!" Marco cried out. One of them punched his eye, "Please stop!" Marco begged. Another pinned him down," Don't do this to me!" Marco cried. The tallest one pulled out a knife "You fight back, your done", and the first one to approch him stood above Marco smiling and laughing.

After they were done with Marco he was shaking uncontroably he knew he would never be the same. "You tell, you die" The last words spoken to him. He wasn't Marco Del Rossi anymore. They took that away from him. He knew what they did was a horrible thing, but he couldn't tell Dylan, he might kill them, and couldn't tell Ellie, or his parents, or even Ms. Sovayy the new school guidence counslor. It was his secret. And he had every intentionsion of keeping it to himself.

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Marco walked throught the streets hugging himself singing to himslef, the best he could. His voice was so shocken. "Jesus loves this I know, for the bible tells me so" tears fell from his eyes. It was making it worse, but when he really thought about it, he got off easy, they could've killed him. Just then he heard a honk from a car and lights pull up beside him. He didn't even want to know who it was. He wanted to go to his room, be in his bed, and just wanted to cry on his pillow, not infront of one for the most busy streets in Toronto.

"Marco!" Dylan called and jumped out of the car.

"Marco!" Ellie ran to his side

"We've been looking for you for hours" Dylan looked a little bit annoyed.

"Where were you" Ellie finished his thought.

Marco looked up at them, tears in his eyes, a black eye starting to form, 4 scratches on the side of his face, and his shirt had been torn.

''Marco..." Dylan looked unbarably sorry for what he said. The tall blonde tried to put his arm around Marco to lead him back to the car but Marco swatted his hand away.

"Don't to..touch ma..me" Marco's voice very shaken.

"Sorry... who did this to you"

"Forget about ii...it I'm fa...fine" Marco walked to the car still holding himself.

"Sorry El, I didn't mean to blow you off" Marco opened the door to the back of Dylan's black car.

"Marco, are your parents home" Ellie asked knowing they were going to a convention out of town with a few days.

"No" Marco in full tears now "Please don't leave me alone by myself" Marco clung onto Ellie for dear life

"I won't.. we won't, were staying over. Try to get some sleep now, Were 20 mintues away from your house" Ellie took her jacket off and let Marco use it as a pillow in the back seat.

Marco fell asleep fast but the event still haunted him.

'Please don't do this'

'please stop'

'I beg you!'

He tossed a truned in the backseat. Dylan and Ellie knew he was having a bad dream. About the bashing he jus indored.

"Stop, Stop STOP! No Don't! Please please" Marco cried in his sleep. Ellie gently nudged him awake. She didn't want him to relive the terror over again. It broke Ellie and Dylan's hearts to know he beged so much, but he couldn't stop them. It hurt them.

"Marco, were at you house now" the redhead said in a kind and gentle voice.

"I..I can't..wa..walk right na..now"Marco studdered.

Dylan carried him out of the car bridal style. It was the first time in hours he felt safe. like no one, nothing could hurt him.

Ellie opened the front door and went upstairs to get some pillows and blankets. Tonight, they were all gonna sleep in the living room. Dylan set him down on the couch.

"Thanks Dylan" Marco smiled a half smile, it was all he could do for what he had just gone thorugh.

''Anytime..what happened Marco" Dylan brushed a piece of hair from his eye.

"I don't want to talk about it" Marco turned his head.

Ellie walked back in the room with so Peroxide and some cotton balls.

"Marco, I need to clean you wounds" Ellie damped one of the cotton balls withh the cold liquid and put it up to a 2 inch scratch on Marco's left cheek.

"I'll call my parents" Dylan got up looking for the phone.

"NO!" Marco yelled out.

"Just to tell them Im staying over to help you" Dylan looked worried about his boyfriends sudden reaction to his statement.

"o..ok"

Ellie threw a blanket over Marco turned on the TV and haned Marco the remote.

"Find something to watch. Are you hungry" the redhead looked over on her way to the kitchen.

"Actually I think I need a shower, but you guys are free to whatever" Marco barly had the stength to walk up the staries, how was he gonna take a shower?

"Why is he putting himself through this?" Dylan muttered to himself.

"Because he need to right now." The younger girl looked down into the fride "You hungry?" She offered

"I could eat as long as your the one cooking" Dylan smiled

''haha real funy''

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Marco wanted to wash away everything that had happened. He turned the water on scolding hot. He jus stood there. Nothing made him feel clean. Not the 10 minutes he washed with soap, not the burning hot water. He stepped out of the shower, looked at all the bruises and cuts he had.

"What they did to my emotions, my feelings, my innocenses, that's what really is scared" Tears flowed down his face once more. He got dressed in his pajamas and walked downstares.

"Marco, how are you feeling" Dylan asked taking the bite of his peanut butter an jelly sandwich Ellie made.

"Better"

"Do you want to sleep in your bed, were fine down here" Ellie asked picking up the to plates they had used.

"No, I need ya'll around me" Marco sciently shuffled back in the living room, He layed own on the couch and within 5 mintues he was sleeping

"Tomorrow's a new day" Ellie muttered to herself laying down on the floor, reaching up turning the lamp off.

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Sorry it's a bit corny written, but I haven't gottan any sleep in almost 24 hours, and it's really early. I hope ya'll like it though

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