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Chapter 7: Reactions
Marco felt as though he were in the dream again, but this was all to real. He stood in front of his parents, his fist clinched, his face downcast, waiting for the blow. Not for his father to actually hit him, like in the dream, but for something almost as bad. Marco was waiting for the full weight of his papa's anger to fall upon him.
"W-what?" stammered Marco's papa. It wasn't an angry "what" or even a shocked "what". It was more like "I didn't understand you, what?"
"I'm gay," Marco repeated himself. "I, umm, like guys and not girls."
"What!?" snapped Marco's papa, jumping to his feet. Now it was beginning to sink in. "You-" Marco's father stopped and took a deep breath. "You are not gay!!" He yelled. "My son is not gay!! He spat out the word "gay" at the end of each sentence like a curse.
"Papa, I--" Marco began.
"No!" Marco's father cut him off. "I don't want to hear another word!" He turned on Marco's mother who was still setting on the couch in a state of shcok. "This all your fault!" he said. "I tell you. I tell you that if you keep babying him, then he will turn into prissy boy. Do you listen? No!"
Marco's parents began to argue back and forth in Italian, nearly forgetting about Marco. Marco sat down and watched in a detatched and fascinated way. His papa's face was beet red and there was a vein on his forehead that was bulging. His Mama was not at all intimidated by this and could hold her own in the argument. Marco heard his papa suggest sending him to military school.
"Perfect solution, Papa," Marco said to himself with a smirk, "send me to an all boys school."
"You need to calm down," Marco heard his mama say.
"Calm! I--" began Marco's papa.
"We will not talk about this until you're calmer," said Marco's mama.
"Fine! I go calm down somewhere away from you!" Marco's papa stormed out of the house, grabbing his coat on the way.
Marco sat in shocked silence for a moment. Now that his papa was gone, his mama was crying softly into her hands. Marco walked over to her and tried to put his arms around her, but she jerked away.
"Ma, I--" began Marco brokenly.
"Marco, I think that you should go to your room now," said his mama softly.
"Mama--" Marco tried again.
"Go!" yelled Marco's mama through her tears.
Marco bit his lip and began to walk slowly up his stairs. When he got to the top, he suddenly started running toward his room. Marco slammed the door and began to cry into his pillow. Marco cried for a long time, when he was done, he felt as though he had been crying for days.
Marco felt as though he were in the dream again, but this was all to real. He stood in front of his parents, his fist clinched, his face downcast, waiting for the blow. Not for his father to actually hit him, like in the dream, but for something almost as bad. Marco was waiting for the full weight of his papa's anger to fall upon him.
"W-what?" stammered Marco's papa. It wasn't an angry "what" or even a shocked "what". It was more like "I didn't understand you, what?"
"I'm gay," Marco repeated himself. "I, umm, like guys and not girls."
"What!?" snapped Marco's papa, jumping to his feet. Now it was beginning to sink in. "You-" Marco's father stopped and took a deep breath. "You are not gay!!" He yelled. "My son is not gay!! He spat out the word "gay" at the end of each sentence like a curse.
"Papa, I--" Marco began.
"No!" Marco's father cut him off. "I don't want to hear another word!" He turned on Marco's mother who was still setting on the couch in a state of shcok. "This all your fault!" he said. "I tell you. I tell you that if you keep babying him, then he will turn into prissy boy. Do you listen? No!"
Marco's parents began to argue back and forth in Italian, nearly forgetting about Marco. Marco sat down and watched in a detatched and fascinated way. His papa's face was beet red and there was a vein on his forehead that was bulging. His Mama was not at all intimidated by this and could hold her own in the argument. Marco heard his papa suggest sending him to military school.
"Perfect solution, Papa," Marco said to himself with a smirk, "send me to an all boys school."
"You need to calm down," Marco heard his mama say.
"Calm! I--" began Marco's papa.
"We will not talk about this until you're calmer," said Marco's mama.
"Fine! I go calm down somewhere away from you!" Marco's papa stormed out of the house, grabbing his coat on the way.
Marco sat in shocked silence for a moment. Now that his papa was gone, his mama was crying softly into her hands. Marco walked over to her and tried to put his arms around her, but she jerked away.
"Ma, I--" began Marco brokenly.
"Marco, I think that you should go to your room now," said his mama softly.
"Mama--" Marco tried again.
"Go!" yelled Marco's mama through her tears.
Marco bit his lip and began to walk slowly up his stairs. When he got to the top, he suddenly started running toward his room. Marco slammed the door and began to cry into his pillow. Marco cried for a long time, when he was done, he felt as though he had been crying for days.