Buwahahaha! Here it is. And now everyone gets to find out what the summary meant.
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Marco drove as fast as he could down the quiet and deserted streets. He was still grinning like an idiot. It was even beginning to hurt a bit. Not that he particularly cared or anything. His sister was about to have a baby! His face could split in two...and then explode, and he doubted it would affect his mood too much.
Growing up, Julia, his older sister, had always been the most important person in his life. She loved to tell him stories of when he was small. He supposedly went up to complete strangers introducing her, showing her off. And nowadays, while he didn't run up to people on the street and tell them who she was, he still loved her dearly. The idea of having a little mini Julia running around, adorable and drooling, made him just that little more excited.
Pulling into the hospital parking lot Marco flung open the door to his SUV and proceeded to all but sprint to the building, hair swept back and flying behind him. In his hurry he had even forgot to lock the car doors, and he was vaguely aware the lights were still on.
His Aunt Marie met him just inside the doors and with only a slight nod and a grin in greeting they both set off racing down the sterile white hallways, Marco's aunt in the lead as a guide.
In the waiting room Marco's entire family, at least the half that weren't still in Italy, engulfed him in a flurry of hugs and pecks and manly back-claps. Eventually the activity died to a dull roar. It was always like that in his big Italian family. Loud, obnoxious, loving, and warm. It was a lovely feeling being surrounded by so many people who cared for each other. Though Marco often times felt very out of place among them.
An hour later Julia's husband burst into the room with a huge grin telling them all about the healthy little baby girl, pride in his eyes and voice, and making wild motions with his hands. There was much crying and laughing and Marco jumped up to join in on the family hugging/celebrating.
Yet another hour later, Marco was walking down the steps of the hospital with his arm around his mother's shoulders. He had finally hit his last growth spurt late in his eleventh year and was at least taller than her by now. He was grinning manically and recounting how cute she had been for about the millionth time. It had been amazing seeing her through the thick glass. A real miracle even.
Marco drove his mother home, because she had gotten a ride from Aunt Marie earlier that evening, and she had never gotten a driver's license. At home, tired yet happy, Marco went straight to his bedroom and got ready for bed, writing a mental note to call Dylan first thing in the morning.
Lying in his dark room, skirting on the very edge of sleep, Marco heard a blood piercing scream. Sitting straight up, he looked around in the black trying to slowly patch together what was going on. The glowing red numbers next to him said it was four AM. A very pitiful wailing could still be heard from the living area, muted through the walls. Marco had no idea what was going on, but he could tell it was bad. Jumping up he walked as quickly as he could to the den.
The living area was dimly lit, with only a couple of lamps shedding light around the room. Beyond the couch the front door was open and two policemen stood on the threshold looking down sympathetically....at his mother.
She was huddled against the wall in her dressing gown, legs drawn up and head buried in her knees. A desperate mewling noise bubbled up from her hidden face. It sounded like the epitome of helplessness and turmoil. Marco, dread rising, looked to the policemen for help.
"You're her son right?" said the taller cop, adjusting his hat slightly. Marco nodded, not liking the pity swimming in his eyes.
"You're....you're father was in an accident."
A rushing sound descended upon Marco's ears, pulsing through his mind, blocking his thought process. Like an unbearable weight pressing down on his nerve endings. "W-w...what? I don't think I heard you right."
"I'm afraid so. You're father was over near Madison and Vine. We don't know why yet, but his car was found totaled. Wrapped around a tree. He didn't make it." he stated with a professional air. It made the words hurt much worse than they should.
Marco very slowly started gaining feeling again.
Madison and Vine? That's near where Spinner lived.
He could feel the tears start to slip down his cheeks.
His father must have been going to retrieve him.
His hands shakily lifted to wipe some of the wetness away, but there were too many tears falling. He couldn't catch them all.
He had lied to his father.
Marco's knees gave out and he collapsed to the carpeted floor. He couldn't breathe.
His father was dead because he had lied.
Marco looked up to the policemen. "I-oh god. Um, shit. Could you excuse us for a moment?" he choked out. He started crawling to his mother's huddled form.
"Yes, yes of course. We'll be out at the squad car when you need us." The two uniformed men turned and closed the door behind their retreating backs.
Marco took his mother in his arms, hating the shudders he could feel racking through her body. The same shudders going through him. He smoothed her hair and kissed her head, only to drop his face in the same spot and feel the tears coming even harder. He knew he should be trying to be strong for her. His father had always taught him to be a man. To be strong.
But his father wasn't here now.
He had lied to his father.
His father was dead because he had lied.
The only thought that echoed through his mind was drowning.
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And that was it. Um, yeah. I should be talking here but I'm really tired so I'll just save it for three. Read. Review. Make me happy. Make me write. Get cookies. It's a lovely cycle is it not?