Yay! I'm finally posting my next chapter! Woo hoo!!! But this thing has taken away every single one of my symbols, except for the parentheses, so I'm going to be using them for eveything! And when they don't work, I'll use numbers! Bwha ha ha ha ha!
SakuraMaxwellBarton: I didn't like his dad either...anyway, here is my next chapter! I'm very proud of it, and so I hope you enjoy it! Thank you for reviewing!! ;)
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Unsolved: I know, Marco's mom is so mean! And yes, she /did/ know what was about to happen. And yes, I have updated! But of course, since you /are/ reading this, you already know that.... Thanx!!!
Anjel919: Yes, his dad is being a gross hypocrite, isn't that so mean? Anyway, I'm happy that you like my little (#) things, I love writing them! Hey, nice term. 'Deflowering' just /sounds/ like an innocent word, but his dad violently deflowered him against his will, (like you said!) so that sounds so evil! Good job! Okay, thank you for R&Ring again!
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A/N: Okay, last chapter, I forgot to mention; you know how Marco was supposed to call Dylan after his father was through 'talking' with him? Well, I forgot all about that, so let me tell you all this: On top of what happened with his father, Marco has also been grounded, so he can't use the phone, and Dylan was worried that Marco hadn't called. So, Dylan called several times that night, but nobody answered, and so he was really worried. And just so you all know, Mrs. Del Rossi /did/ know about what her husband planned on doing, and she approved. Isn't that so mean? Hee hee....
Okay, since none of you gave me any ideas, I'm gonna have to drag this chapter out too, but I just might have a hint of a shadow of an idea about /something/ that's going to happen, so this won't be as dragged (drug?) out, so that's always good. ;)
Oh, I have to say this again: Thank you all so much!!! I was slightly afraid when I started writing this that nobody would review, or review to say I sucked and/or was too harsh, or /some/thing. But, I'm so happy with you all! Yay! "Give yourselves a hand!" (I hate it when people say that...like I want to clap for myself? Ugh....) Okay, people, /please/ give me /some/ sort of idea for my story. I think I might be getting some, like I said, (no thanks to you! Lol, J/K) but I'm not quite sure yet. Oh, and give me some other words then "glad", k? Again, thank you all so much! I hope ya'll enjoy this chapter! I actually have more characters than Dylan and the Del Rossi's...Del Rossis, Del Rossies, Del Rossi-s...ack, whatever! Point is, there are finally more characters! (yay!)
One more thing: Sorry about the long wait. I had this done forever or so ago, but the Document Manager wasn't working, so I had to wait for them to get their new parts in. Hopefully you guys won't have to wait this long again, but who knows? Anyway....
Disclaimer: Nothing is owned by this author
Rated 'R', I guess.
Characters/Pairings for chapter: Marco/Dylan, Mr. /Mrs. Del Rossi, Mr. /Mrs. Michaelchuk, Paige/Spinner, Eric, Ellie, Dr. Pink(1), Nurse Kitana, shooing nurse, guy walking past water fountain in scene #23....
Yay! Lot's of characters! My favorite is the water fountain guy...J/K
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Paying For It
It was finally Monday morning. Marco and Dylan couldn't be happier. Marco was relieved to finally get out of the house: his father /insisted/ on attempting to turn Marco straight /everysinglenight/, until he finally succeeded, and Marco couldn't bear to be locked up in the house with him for another day.
Dylan had been looking forward to Monday ever since Friday night: he hadn't been able to get a hold of Marco all weekend, and he was extremely worried. He was desperately hoping to see Marco at school today and make sure he was all right. He was going to /kill/ Mr. Del Rossi if he had hurt Marco....
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Marco finished getting ready for school in his room. He sighed sadly, looking at himself in the mirror. In his mind, he had looked different ever since that awful night: he thought he looked so...dirty.
-I'll bet everyone can tell just by looking at me. I can't even sit down, and it's because of my own father! God, I can't believe it....-
Marco sighed again, and turned away from his reflection. He couldn't stand to look at himself anymore. He grabbed his backpack and started towards his bedroom door. When he got there, he opened it and cautiously looked up and down the hallway for any sign of his father. He started quietly down the stairs, desperately hoping to avoid facing his dad. He was let down, however, when he saw his father in the living room.
"Where are you off to, fag?"
"J-just going to school, papa.(3)"
His father glared at him.
"Remember, you will /not/ tell /any/one about this. And you will come straight home from school and start on your chores. Got it?"
"Yes papa."
When it was apparent his father wasn't going to say anything more to him, Marco began walking towards the front door.
"Oh, and one more thing: You will not speak to that worthless fag that was here with you Friday."
Marco's lip trembled. –Why do I have to be such a crybaby? /Dylan/ would be fine.-
"Yes papa."
Marco opened the door, and all but ran until he was far gone from the place that he had once thought of as home.
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BRING??
Dylan's alarm was going off, but he had already been up for the past hour. Right now, he was outside, absent-mindedly playing with his Yellow Labrador, Volley.(4)
Lying in her bed, Paige rolled her eyes, figuring her lazy brother just didn't feel like rolling over and turning the damn alarm off.
She drug her tired body into her brother's room.
-Eew, this place is a mess!-
Paige carefully picked her way around clothes and empty potato chip bags and Sprite cans(5) until she got to the alarm.
-Okay, how do I turn this thing off?-
She pressed a few buttons, and eventually the alarm stopped.
-Thank god, I thought I was going to go deaf. Now, where the heck is Dylan? It's not like him to be up instead squeezing in a few extra minutes of sleep....-
With a shrug, Paige walked down to the kitchen, where her mom was busy making pancakes.
"Mom, have you seen Dylan?"
Her mother flipped a pancake, and called to her husband to get his butt down there.
"Yes sweetie, he's in the backyard with Volley."
"Oh...."
"Paige, is something wrong with your brother? He's been locked up in his room all weekend, and this morning, he was up before your father!"
"Mom, it's really not for me to talk about. Why don't you ask Dylan?" Paige said as Dylan walked into the kitchen, Volley trailing behind him.
"Ask me what?"
His mom handed Paige some plates to put on the table and began getting the butter and syrup out.
"Ask you what's wrong. You've been acting strange lately. What's the matter sweetie?"
Dylan just shrugged, and shooed Volley away from the table when his mom glared at him. But as soon as his mother turned her back to him, he snatched a pancake off the table and tossed it to Volley, who had been waiting in the doorway. The dog took off with the food in its mouth, almost running Mr. Michaelchuk over in the process.
Mrs. Michaelchuck put the silverware on the table, and without looking at her son, said "Dylan, don't feed the dog our breakfast. Good morning Warner." Dylan pouted, and his parents kissed quickly. Once she was positive that her family's breakfast was perfect, Mrs. Michaelchuck sat down.
"So, what are you kids up to today?" Mr. Michaelchuk asked.
"Well," Paige began.
"Oh boy. Nice going Dad." Dylan said, giving his father a look.
So they sat there for the next thirty minutes, all the while with Paige talking their ears off about every detail of the past six weeks of her social life. Dylan vaguely wondered how Paige managed to eat her breakfast /and/ talk when there was absolutely no pause to her rambling. He sat there studying her, but eventually gave up and dropped his head on the table.
Thunk!
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Marco was sitting in class, thinking about what he could say to Dylan without giving too much of what had happened away. He desperately wished he could just tell him everything, but he knew better than to disobey his father.
-Besides, Dylan would probably be so disgusted by you, he'd dump you on the spot.-
Marco sighed miserably. Why couldn't he just be straight? That would solve everything. Except then, he wouldn't have Dylan.
-Oh, how long can that last anyway? Eventually he's going to realize that you're nowhere /near/ good enough for him. Especially now....-
Marco's thoughts where interrupted by the bell, signaling that it was time for lunch. He got up slowly from his desk, sore from sitting on the hard wood for 45 minutes, and walked to his locker. When he got there, he stood staring at it for a minute, trying to remember the combination, until Dylan walked up.
"Hey Marco! Forget your combination?"
Dylan reached around his boyfriend and unlocked Marco's locker.
"There you go."
Marco looked blankly up at him.
"T-thanks." He said quietly.
Dylan frowned, watching his boyfriend slowly put away his book.
-What happened to him? He's usually so bubbly....-
When Marco was finished in his locker, he turned away without closing it, and stared down at the floor.
Dylan closed the locker, raising his eyebrow.
"Marco, do you want to go talk?"
Marco looked up at him for a moment, and then nodded.
Dylan led Marco through the empty hallway, until they got to the guy's bathroom.
"Okay Marco, what happened? You haven't called, and I've been worrying all weekend."
Marco stared down at the floor.
"Marco, what did your father do? Did he hurt you?" Dylan asked, trying to sound loving, but he couldn't keep the anger from his voice when thinking about Marco's father doing /any/thing to him. He just hoped Marco knew he wasn't mad at /him/.
Marco just continued to stare at the floor with tears in his eyes.
Dylan stood there in silence for a minute, wondering if Marco was going to say /any/thing.
Finally, Marco looked up at Dylan.
"Look, Dylan, I'm not allowed to talk about it, so, c-could you just...hold me?"
Dylan suddenly felt very angry at Marco's father, wondering what could have happened that Marco wasn't 'allowed' to talk about it, but that feeling was soon gone. Looking down at Marco's emotionless, yet depressingly miserable face, he was suddenly overwhelmed by a feeling that he /had/ to protect him. Dylan just smiled weakly and nodded, then pulled his boyfriend into a hug. Marco began crying softly, and Dylan vowed that he /would/ find out what happened to make his boyfriend this way, and make whoever did it pay. Although, he was already pretty sure who that person was....
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(A week later)
"Dylan, pay attention!"
Dylan snapped out of his daydream.
"Sorry coach."
The coach shook his head at his best player and put his whistle to his mouth.
Tweet!
"Break time everyone!"
The hockey team skated over to the edge of the ice rink and all squeezed through the door. The coach grabbed Dylan by the arm and drug him away from everyone else.
"Dylan, what's wrong with you? You've been off in your own little world at every practice we've had for a week!"
Dylan shook his head.
"Nothing, just stressing about school, I guess."
The coach glared at him suspiciously, but let it go.
Dylan walked back over to where the rest of his team sat.
"Hey Dylan! We were just debating about which girl in school had the best rack. What do /you/ think?"
Dylan rolled his eyes and punched his friend in the arm.
"Shut up Eric."
Dylan sat down as the team laughed at him. Then a guy /named/ Guy spoke up:
"Well, personally, I think that your sister has /the/ hottest rack."
"Ooh...." The team said together.
Dylan stood up quickly.
"Oh, you're gonna pay for that one."
The two guys began wrestling on the ground, until the coach interrupted, saying that he couldn't afford his players to get hurt before a game. That, and they still had their skates on, and it would probably be best for everyone if nobody got stabbed.
"But coach," Dylan protested from atop Guy's chest. "He's /talking/ about my sister!"
"Oh, well in that case, proceed."
"Hey!" Guy yelled.
Dylan laughed, pinching Guy hard on the arm.
"Oww! Hey!"
Dylan got up off of Guy, laughing. Guy glared at him.
"Fine, you don't want to talk about Paige. Hmm, who /else/ should we talk about...man, I just don't know. Eric?"
Eric put his finger to his lips, pretending to be deep in thought. He smiled slyly at Dylan.
"Hmm, how about...Marco"
Dylan glared at him.
"Eric...." He said warningly.
"So, how far have you two gotten?"
The whole team was watching Dylan, smiling.
Dylan moved to get to Eric, but just then the coach blew his whistle, signaling the end of break.
"Okay, back on the ice! Dylan, pay attention this time!"
"Yeah, quit your daydreaming about Maaaarcoo."
"Eric, shut up!"
"All of you, quiet!"
"Yes coach Henderson." The team echoed.
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So, that's the way everything went for about two weeks. Marco wouldn't talk much, and whenever he /did/, it was in a flat voice that held no emotion. Dylan was extremely worried, and wanted to go and talk to Marco's father, but when he had last suggested it, Marco immediately forbade him from /ever/ doing anything of the sort.
So now, it was Wednesday, and everyone was in school, as usual.
-I can't keep doing this.-
Marco's father had still been trying to turn his son straight, everyday when he got home from school.
-I just can't. I can't take it anymore.-
Marco was in the boy's bathroom, the one that had been out of order for a year now, so nobody ever came in, and he had some privacy.
-I can't, I can't....-
Marco looked at himself in the mirror, but quickly looked away. He couldn't bear to see himself at all anymore.
-I'm sorry Dylan....- Marco thought as he unzipped his backpack and reached inside.
-I love you, but soon, you won't want to be with me anymore. And I can't stand to go home one more time, I just can't. You understand....-
Finding what he was searching for, Marco pulled his hand out and looked at what he held. It was a dissecting knife, one he had taken from his science class earlier that day.
-I'm so sorry Dylan....-
Marco lowered the knife to the vein on his wrist and closed his eyes.He slowly cut, pulling the knife down until he got near his elbow, relishing in the pain..
-So sorry....-
He cut his other wrist, quicker this time, as he was already getting a little light-headed. He stood there a moment, watching the blood run down his arms and drip onto the tile floor.
"I love you Dylan."
With that, Marco fell onto the floor, no longer able to stand. In a few more moments, it was all over, and Marco didn't ever have to worry about going home again.
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Dylan left his class hurriedly after the bell rang.
His friend Eric ran to catch up with him.
"Man, I've never been so bored in my entire life!"
Dylan just nodded, not really paying any attention. He was too worried about Marco. He had been getting progressively worse since he saw him two weeks ago, and Dylan was really starting to worry.
"Dude, what's wrong with you?"
Dylan shook his head.
"Marco. He's been acting really weird, and he won't even talk to me anymore. I'm so afraid his dad did something to him, something really bad, because Marco isn't allowed to talk about it, and he had some bruises on his face, and he's been so quiet, and-"
"Whoa, dude, slow down! You're talking like a chick. Better yet, you're talking like your sister. Now, tell me what's wrong in just five words, tops."
Dylan took a deep breath and said, "Marco. Acting weird. Worried."
"Good job, that was only four words! Now, um, I'm sure he's fine."
Dylan shook his head. Suddenly, he heard a couple of girls scream. Then one of them ran by him, yelling, "There's tons of blood! Someone's been murdered!! AAIIIYYEEE!"
Eric raised his eyebrow, covering his ears when the girl screamed.
"What's up with her?"
Dylan, however, got a very bad feeling when he heard about the blood. He ran over to where the girl had run from, and saw a puddle of blood leaking out from under a bathroom door. He dashed right in, and somewhere in the back of his mind he thought it was weird, coming in this bathroom again after a whole year without it.
-Why do I think these things?-
Dylan looked at the blood covering the floor, and then he saw its source.
"Marco!!!"
Dylan ran over to his boyfriend, who was lying on the floor, his arms covered in blood. He dropped to his knees, cradling Marco's face, sobbing.
"Marco...Marco...."
Just then, Eric came in.
"Dude, what's- what the fuck!?"
Dylan shoved himself up into a kneeling position, and searched frantically through his pockets for his cell phone. Coming up empty, he grabbed Marco's backpack, which was still lying on the sink. He searched through that until he found Marco's cell. He pulled it out and dialed 911.
"He's still breathing...here Eric, tell them what's wrong!"
He tossed the phone to Eric, who caught it numbly.
"H-hello? Yeah, I'm at Degrassi High School, and one of the students is, is bleeding to death...."
Dylan began searching for where Marco had cut himself, but it didn't take long for him to find it, seeing as how the blood was all mostly around his arms. He took off his shirt(6) and tied it around one of Marco's wrists, which was still bleeding weakly.
Eric hung up the phone and did the same to Marco's other wrist.
"Okay, they said they'd be here in ten minutes, we have to bring him to the front of the school."
Dylan nodded, and picked Marco up gently. He walked out of the bathroom and towards the front doors, while Eric cleared a path through the people all around them.
"Look, who's that?"
"Did that guy kill someone?"
"What's going on?"
"Look at all the blood!"
When they were almost there, Paige came running up.
"Dylan, what happened? Oh, my god...."
Paige put her hands up to her mouth, staring at Marco. Just then, Spinner and Ellie came up, following the trail of blood the two boys were leaving. They looked up and saw what had caused all the blood. Ellie gasped, and Spinner stood there in shock for a moment. After a minute, he walked over to his girlfriend and put his arms around her. Paige began sobbing onto his shoulder.
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It was an hour later, and Dylan, Paige, Spinner, and Ellie were all sitting outside of room #718(7). The ambulance had shown up at the school, and they had all gotten in. However, on the way to the hospital, Marco had stopped breathing. So when they finally arrived, all the doctors were in a panic, running around, talking in medical speech, grabbing different machines and creepy tools, and rushing Marco into a room.
So now, the four of them were sitting there, waiting for a word from the doctors. Dylan had his head in his hands, and hadn't moved the whole time they were there. Paige kept worriedly glancing over at her brother, willing him to move. She sighed, and went back to sitting there quietly. She looked over at Spinner, who was sitting next to her, wringing his hands, and just fidgeting with everything in his reach. Ellie was sitting on Paige's other side, with an unreadable look on her face. She hadn't moved either.
The door to Marco's room opened, and everyone looked up hopefully. A nurse by the name of Kitana was standing in the doorway.
"So, how is he? He's fine, right?" Dylan asked hurriedly.
The nurse looked at him sadly for a moment, and shook her head. She almost started crying, watching Dylan's face fall.
-Why am /I/ always the one to tell them when someone's died? For once I'd like to say, 'Great news! He's alive and better than ever!'-
Dylan got up and shoved past the nurse and into the room. He strode over to Marco's bed, and gazed down at him sadly. He touched his boyfriend's cheek with his fingers, and then he couldn't take it anymore.
"Why didn't you save him!?" Dylan cried, whirling around to face the doctor.
The doctor walked over to him.
"Son, I'm sorry, we did all we could. It was just too late. There was nothing we could do."
Dylan looked as if he was about to hit him, but thought better of it. Instead, he punched the wall.
Just then, Mr. and Mrs. Michaelchuk came in. They didn't say a word. Mrs. Michaelchuk just ran over to her son and hugged him. Dylan started crying.
"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have suggested he come out. I should've known this would happen. I should've been there to protect him...."
"Shh sweetie, there's nothing you could have done. Shh...."
The doctor watched them for a moment, and then walked calmly over to Mr. Michaelchuk.
"Hello, I'm Dr. Pink. I'm deeply sorry, but it was just too late. We couldn't save him."
Mr. Michaelchuk nodded.
"Now," Dr. Pink said. "We need to call his parents to inform them of what has happened here. Do any of you know their phone number?"
Dylan jerked away from his mother and said angrily,
"Don't call his parents! It was /them/ that made Marco do this! It's /their/ fault!"
"Sweetie, I know your upset, but calm down...." Mrs. Michaelchuk said cautiously.
"Damn him!" Dylan punched the wall again.
((((((((A/N: Okay, I don't know how this next thing happens; I can't explain it, but just work with me here!))))))))))
Suddenly, they all heard a 'beep...beep...beep....'. Everyone turned around, and saw that the flat line on Marco's heart monitor had started rising up and down slightly. Dr. Pink acted immediately.
"Nurses! Get in here now, he's still alive!"
The nurses all came running back in, and one of them shooed the Michaelchuks out.
20 minutes later, Nurse Kitana came out of the room. Everyone looked up at her hopefully, and she opened her mouth.
"Great news! He's alive and better than ever!"
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Yay, wasn't this a great chapter! (takes a bow) Thank you, thank you...anyway, as always, review! I love that! Oh, and PLEASE tell me what you think should happen in the next chapter! I am completely out of ideas, so I need you now more than ever! If you don't give me something to work with, you're just going to have to put up with boring, meaningless chapters until I get a flash of brilliance. SO TELL ME!!!
(1) I have actually seen a street sign that read, "Dr. Pink Rd" I want to live there!
(2) Okay, I don't know if it said "Rd", it might have been, like, 'street' or 'drive' or something like that....
(3) Doesn't that sound so sad? I don't know why, but ending his sentence with 'papa' there just deeply saddened me....
(4) Doesn't it just /work/, Dylan having a Yellow Lab named Volley? It just really /goes/ with him, don't 'cha think?
(5) Don't Lays potato chips also just /go/ with Dylan? And Sprite?....Am I weird?
(6) Yay, I made Dylan take his shirt off!!
(7) 718. If I remember correctly, that was the number on Marco's shirt that he wore to the beach in "Pride". I loved that episode! But, when I first saw it, I thought that those guys had like, raped him. (Don't I have a dirty mind?) I mean, he was acting SOOO depressed about it, and in the bathroom, when Spinner said, "It's not like you've /done/ anything yet." and Marco looked up quickly, I was sure! sigh But no....
Oh, and just so you know, Dylan's room isn't always /so/ gross, it's just that he was out of his mind with worry, so he wasn't exactly thinking about how clean his room was.
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Man, I'm so bored...this chapter has been finished for/ever/! (sigh) Sadness.... Ugh. I'm sick, /and/ I have a huge zit on my forehead! Oh, well. I don't have a social life, so nobody but my family will see. (glares at readers) I bet /you/ guys have social lives. The only people /I/ know are my ex-boyfriend who lives in a different time zone, but he's being a jerk, and a girl. That's /it/! More sadness.... Well, since I'm bored, and since you guys are now probably bored too, let's take a fun poll!
Who is the cutest/hottest/sexiest?
Marco (Yay!)
Dylan (Double yay!)
Sean
Spinner (3rd hottest)
Craig
Jimmy
J.T.
?Tom? (Doesn't he look greasy?)
Manny
Ellie (I love how she dresses! Of course, I should, since that's how /I/ dress....)
The guy walking past the water fountain in scene #23
Someone else (you better not say Emma! I hate Emma....)
I'll post the results in the next chapter! Should I have a fun poll at the end of every chapter!? If I do, they'll be more original than this one, I promise.