AdamoRuggierosgurl2003: "Thanks for all the adjectives." That's from Daria, incase you didn't know. I love that show! Anyway, yeah. Thanx for reviewing! I'm glad you liked it!
Unsolved: laughs evilly To answer your question, because he WON'T be able to talk! Mwha ha ha ha haaaa! Ahem, anyway. Thank you so much for reviewing! This chapter is going to be VERY dirty... snickers evilly
AKGundam: Well, I sure hope you like what I've planned! And, yeah. I know you weren't apologizing to me, but don't worry about the review, you can never tell what number you're gonna be, it's really annoying. Tons of thank yous for reviewing!
Val-Creative: Ha ha, I know I'm evil. I'm going to torture our poor little Marco!!! But, things will eventually get better... hee hee, EVENTUALLY. Thank you for reviewing again!
Fucted Up Kid: Yay, I'm so glad you read my story! I was hoping you would... anyway, I'm glad you're looking forward to more! Hope you like this chapter, and thanx! Oh, and I'm eating a cinnamon raisin bagel, so you can have some. offers half of bagel that hasn't been bitten
anjel919: laughs Yay, creative genius? claps her hands Well, I hope this chapter is at least CLOSE to perfect, and it should be evil enough for you! Thanks a bunch! ;)
Towenaar: Reply to my flaws:
1)I know you're born with it, I meant how long he's been out -at least to Ellie- so, like I've said before, just work with me here.
2)I don't know about everyone else, but I make Marco a 'crybaby', first of all, because it wouldn't exactly be a horribly evil story if Marco just kinda shrugged everything off, and second, he's the female side of being gay, so he's allowed to cry; he doesn't have to be all masculine, that's the male side of being gay guy's job, not his. ;)
Reply to my anti-flaws:
1)Thank you! I'm glad you think its "funny beyond reason"!
2)I'll answer this one where everyone will read it, since I figured I needed to clear it up anyway.
3)laughs yeah, you're totally not alone on this....
Thank you so much for your review, and for pointing these things out to me!
Your-sins-into-me: Thanks! I'm so glad you think I'm doing great. Hope this was a quick enough update! Thanks again!
Feral's Revenge: laughs I need a new word for glad!!! Okay, let me try... I'm so /thrilled/ that you enjoy my style of writing. Like I just said to Your-sins-into-me, I hope this was a quick enough update! Thank you so much!
Your-sins-into-me: Hey again! I guess this review showed up after I updated the first time, so, yeah. You're not lame, and you obviously have good taste in stories! J/K, I'm not THAT conceited....
EVERYONE!!!!! Once again, thank you so much for reading and reviewing! I love reading what you guys think of my writing, and I love replying to you! And, there's one thing I have to clear up: As Towenaar pointed out, it's out of character for Dylan to force his boyfriend into coming out to his parents. So, I just have to say, he wasn't forcing him. He just really believed it was best if Marco DID come out, but if Marco really wasn't ready, and he had said "no", then Dylan would have let it go. He was even about to when they were talking to Marco's parents, remember? But Marco just blurt it right out. Ooh, he really shouldn't have done that....
Disclaimer: Nothing has changed; I still don't own anything...blah blah blah....
Characters/pairings in chapter: Marco/Dylan, Mr. /Mrs. Del Rossi, next chapter will have more people, I swear!
THIS CHAPTER IS RATED "R"!!!!!!!! So, if you're not allowed, don't read it. Those with heart conditions should not read this, laughs evilly, and stops, because she's grossed out at what is about to happen because it is very sick, gross, nasty, so not right, and just all around plain, utterly, flat-out WRONG! So, proceed with caution.
Paying For It
As soon as Marco stepped into the living room, his father stormed over screaming obscenities at him, and punched him hard on the face. Marco stumbled and fell against the wall, utterly terrified.
"How could you do this to me!? Didn't I warn you that if I /ever/ found out you were one of those /fags/, that you would pay for it!?" Mr. Del Rossi screamed.
"Pa, I can't help it! It's not something I can control. It's-"Marco was cut off by his dad backhanding him hard across the face. This time, Marco did fall to the floor.
Mr. Del Rossi bent down and whispered in an eerily calm voice: "Well, it's a good thing /I/ can help it. When we're finished, you won't have a gay thought left in your fruity little head(1)" Mr. Del Rossi stood back up and yelled for his wife. She came in, glanced at her son lying bleeding on the floor, and looked at her husband.
"Yes honey?"
"You had better get out of here for a few hours. This /fag/ and I need some time...alone." As he said this, he looked down at his son, and smirked evilly at him.
"Yes, honey."
Mrs. Del Rossi began walking to the door, and then turned to face Marco. "Son, this is for the best. We can't just stand by and allow you to continue on like this. Goodbye." With that, she turned back around and strode out the door WITHOUT grabbing her jacket.(2)
Sadly, Marco watched her go, silently screaming for her to come back and protect him from his father, who was now going over to lock the front door. ---No! Ma, come back...oh god, she left me here with him! Oh my god, why did I ever tell him, now he's gonna-no, it'll be okay, Dylan promised me it would be...(3)---
As soon as Mr. Del Rossi was finished locking the door, he walked calmly back over to his son, as if nothing was going on. Marco was still on the floor, hugging his knees to his chest. When he saw his father come in, Marco jumped up.
"Pa, please, there's nothing you can do to change me. No matter what, I'll always be like this. Pa, please understand!"
Mr. Del Rossi just smiled evilly once again.
"We'll see about that."
Then, for the next thirty minutes, he beat Marco, until he finally passed out from the pain.
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When Marco woke up after about an hour, he found him self laying on his father's bed, but his father was nowhere in sight.
Marco sat up, groaning from the pain and holding his head. As soon as he stood up, however, his father walked in.
"It's about time /fag/. What, you can't take a few hits? You're so pathetic...." Mr. Del Rossi shook his head disapprovingly. "Now, are you ready?"
"F-for what?" Marco really did not like the tone of his father's voice when he had said that. He was getting a really sick feeling in his stomach. His dad just laughed at him.
"Don't worry, in a couple of hours, it'll all be over, and we can all put this little abnormality of yours behind us and move on."
His father walked over to Marco, and punched him in the stomach. Marco fell back on to the bed, his breath completely knocked out of him.
Mr. Del Rossi climbed onto the bed, and positioned himself over Marco. He started to undo his own belt, and suddenly Marco realized what his dad planned, and he about passed out again from fear.
"Pa, you can't! No!"
"Shut up /fag/! I can do whatever the hell I please! Now...lay.../still/!"
Marco was struggling to get up, but he wasn't that strong at the moment, seeing as how he was just horribly beaten. Even though, it made his father angry that his son was disobeying him.
Mr. Del Rossi grabbed his son by the wrists. "Listen to me! You had better do ex-/actly/ what I tell you to, or it'll be your fucking /boy/friend who pays!"
Marco stopped struggling instantly, and just began quietly sobbing.
A few agonizing minutes later, Mr. Del Rossi had gotten both of their clothes completely off. He shoved himself up into his son(4) and began thrusting violently. Marco cried out in pain, and his father hit him across the face.
"This is for the best, trust me. You'll be thanking me one day, when you're married and have a nice family with plenty of children."
Marco just continued sobbing in response.
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A couple of hours later, Mr. Del Rossi got up out of bed. As he got dressed, he looked down at his son, who was still sobbing quietly.
"Believe me, it was all for the best. I refuse to have a /fag/ living in my house, so you /are/ going to be straight. If you still aren't now, then trust me, after a few more days of this, you will be." With that said, he re-buckled his belt and went downstairs to get some food.
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Later that night, Marco was in his room, lying in the fetal position on his bed. He had been that way for the past hour, trying-and failing- not to think about all that had just happened. He couldn't believe that his father had actually /raped/ him.
-Oh god, this can't be happening! Pa wouldn't do that to me, I'm just dreaming. Soon I'll wake up, probably screaming, and he'll come rushing in, worried about me. Yes, this can't possibly be real. It can't be. I could /not/ have just had my virginity taken from me by my own father, I couldn't have. He wouldn't do that to me... oh god, I want Dylan here with me. He would make everything better, he always does.-
"I love you Dylan" Marco whispered into his pillow.
A couple hours and a few horrible swirling thoughts later, Marco fell asleep. He had nightmares all night, but unfortunately, he was too exhausted to wake up, so he had to put up with them until morning.
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Dylan couldn't sleep at all that night. He kept worrying about Marco; how scared he had seemed before he left, everything Marco had told him about Mr. Del Rossi, he just couldn't bear thinking of Marco being hurt, without him there to protect him. He really didn't think that Marco's dad would actually do anything to seriously hurt him, but so long as there was any barely possible, remotely conceivable, faintest shadow of an obscure hint of half a chance that Marco could be even marginally hurt if you really thought about it(5), he had to try and protect him. But he wasn't going to get /that/ accomplished by lying in bed /thinking/ about helping Marco.
"Well, I can't do anything about it /now/, so I might as well go to sleep. But I'll call and check up on him /first/ thing in the morning.(6)(7)" Dylan promised himself. So he rolled over, turned and turned and got completely twisted up in his sheets, turned some more, and went to work on falling asleep, knocking a few pillows off his bed in the process.
-First thing in the morning. He's going to be alright. Everything's fine, he's okay, probably had a long talk with his parents and now everything is cleared up. He's okay....-
"I love you Marco"
And with those last words, Dylan fell asleep, with a considerably less amount of freakish nightmares than his boyfriend was having.
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Okay, how was it ya'll? I really hope it was utterly evil enough. I would have been more descriptive with the whole rape scene, but I don't want to be banned from the website, so we'll all have to just make do with what I've written here, and hope it's not to much, even though it wasn't any worse than some of the things I've read here. Plus, the thought of ANYone having sex with Marco's dad deeply creeps me out, so, yeah. Ew! I also would have continued with this chapter, you know, made it longer, but this seemed like a decent place to leave off, and plus, I have no idea what is going to happen beyond the whole gist of the next chapter, so I'm dragging it out as much as possible. Please, if anyone has any ideas, tell me, and I'll most likely use them. Please! I'm desperate! gets down on knees, hands clasped and raised towards the computer please....
(1)Ha-ha! "Your fruity little head", that sounded hilarious. Ha-ha hoo ha hee! Ahem, sorry 'bout that. /I/ thought it was funny....
(2)Ugh! It's so annoying. No matter what the weather is outside, whenever a character on a TV show or movie leaves the house, they always grab their jacket! ARGH!! It so deeply annoys me....
(3)Aww, isn't
that just too sad! He was trying to comfort himself by saying that
Dylan promised everything would be okay...hee hee, but alas, he was
wrong. grins wickedly while rubbing hands together
(4)Oh my god, doesn't that sound so sick & wrong!!!??? Ew! Ugh, ick, eww, gross, nasty, disgusting, revolting, gag, bleagh, choke, gasp! dramatic death
(5)laughs hysterically That whole thing was in a Xanth book too, "Cube Route" I was absolutely cracking up when I read that!! Ha! I love those books!!
(6) Is it just me, or does Dylan seem like the type that would talk to himself?
(7)All right, I have too many of these little (#) things, don't I? Oh well, what can I say: I love to babble on and on about absolutely nothing of any importance whatsoever. Hee, it's so fun!
I want to be able to use italics and indents and all those special little symbols!!!!!!!!!!!! Grrrrr....