You Must Love Me
Rating: PG-13 due to homosexuality...wait....you guys know that!
Chapter 3 summary: Marco learns about something terrible that happens to Dylan, and he helps him out. After awhile, Marco finds out that Dylan did something wrong behind Marco's back, and Marco spends the night at home because he gets angry at Dylan. Will they make up, or will Marco be alone for awhile?
That summer was best summer Marco had ever experienced......so far. Marco's dad beat him for two days after he went home, but he stopped. Marco was also happy with the fact that him and Dylan were becoming stronger as a couple. It was winter now. Dylan was going to a college that was two minutes from his apartment when he drove. Marco was now in the 11th grade and he learned to defend himself when he needed to or he ignored what everyone else said. One Friday, Marco got a phone call from Dylan, and he was invited to his place to watch movies on TV. Marco was very curious on what they were watching when he got there. "So, what are we watching?", Marco asked. "Actually, I need to tell you something," Dylan told Marco, "but I'm afraid to tell you what it is." "If it's something that'll probably effect our relationship, just tell me", Marco said. Dylan looked at Marco sadly, and he tried to hold the tears back from how bad he felt of keeping the horrible secret from Marco. "I-I don't know how to tell you this," Dylan told Marco softly. "If it's something that might affect our relationship, tell me." "Marco, I'm just so worried that I might lose you forever," Dylan said, still trying to hold back the tears. "It can't be that bad," Marco said softly while running his hand through Dylan's dirty blonde hair. "It is," Dylan said, looking away. This caused Marco to start to worry. "Even if it's really bad, tell me. Dylan, please, I need to know." Dylan looked into Marco's chocolate brown eyes, and Marco looked into Dylan's crystal blue eyes. "Okay,", Dylan said, and he started to shake,"that night you came out to your parents, I told you that I had to get something from my mom and dad's place," Dylan started to confess, "I was on my way, and then I realized that I was out of dishwashing liquid, so I went to Convenient. I was in the parking lot and this guy that looked older than me asked me to come with him. He said if I didn't then he'd kill me. He held up a gun in front of my face and I went with him in my car. He made me park in this empty vacant lot, and then he opened up this grocery bag and he pulled out a bottle of cheap wine. He took me in his house and he started kissing me. I told him that I had you waiting here and he didn't care. The guy just.....he just...." Dylan stopped for a moment when he felt Marco brush his hand against his arm. "Did what?", Marco asked Dylan almost fearfully, "What did he do?" Dylan couldn't hold the tears back any longer. "He pushed me down and...I'm sorry, Marco." "And what? What did he do to you? If this guy raped you, then there's nothing to be sorry about. Just tell me if he did or not. I need to know." Dylan looked into Marco's eyes and he started to break down completly in front of Marco. "Okay! He raped me! The guy raped me! He didn't care what I felt or thought, he just forced me to drink a glass of that wine, and then he pushed me down on his couch and he just started taking off my clothes, he just didn't-" "Did he have sex with you?", Marco asked Dylan softly. "Yes, he did. I said no over and over, but he didn't stop, he wouldn't stop at all." Marco looked in Dylan's tear filled eyes, and he wanted to comfort him more than anything. "Have you talked to anyone? A psychologist?" "I've went to one two days after you went home." "Do you still blame yourself?", Marco asked softly. Dylan did when it happened, and that's what he confessed to his psychologist, Dr. Shanna Brinkean. Now, six months later, just like his younger sister, Paige, Dylan stopped blaming himself, but he still felt bad for not telling Marco right away. He was afraid that he was going to lose Marco, that Marco would leave Dylan or never talk to him again. "In a way, I do," Dylan started, "I blame myself for hurting you. For keeping this from you. For-" Marco cut him off. "Aww, Dylan," Marco whispered as he put his arms around Dylan the way Dylan did Marco the night he came out to his parents, "it's gonna be fine. I'm not gonna leave you over this. I love you too much to leave you. Why didn't you tell me this sooner?"
"I said I was so afraid to. I felt that I betrayed you, that I cheated on you," Dylan sobbed. Marco pulled away slightly from Dylan to wipe his tears away."Dyl, I can't count that as you cheating on me. You were raped. You said no, so you didn't cheat."
"So...you don't hate me?", Dylan asked Marco. "Of course not. You're my best friend. I don't hate you. I'm proud of you for telling me the truth and talking to someone as soon as it happened."
"Huh?" Dylan asked, because for a minute he forgot about his psychologist. "For seeing a psychologist!" "Oh, yeah, I almost forgot about her!"
Three hours later
Marco and Dylan watched "Dude, Where's my car?" about an hour after Dylan told Marco about how he was raped. During the movie, Dylan put his arm around Marco, and Marco rested his head on his left shoulder the entire time, except for a few times when Marco almost fell off the couch because he was laughing so hard. After the movie, Marco and Dylan started talking about their favourite parts of the movie. "The best part had to be where they go to the chinese restaraunt, man!", Dylan said.
"No n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-no! The part where they were in the desert or wherever, and Jesse was all like 'Stupid llamas!' and Chester was all like 'Dude! Those aren't llamas! They're ostriches!' THAT was hilarious."
"But Marco, I thought we were both gonna pee our pants when they were telling each other what their tatoos said and then they were yelling them out until that chinese guy yelled at 'em and shut 'em up. I laughed 'til I cried!" The two laughed a little and then the phone rang. "I got that," Dylan said, still laughing a little. "Hello?"
"Hello, Dylan."
"Oh, hi, Mrs. Del Rossi!", Dylan greeted, and he wanted to be polite, so he asked how Mr. and Mrs. Del Rossi was.
"We're both fine, thank you for asking."
"No problem."
"Is Marco there?", Mrs. Del Rossi asked.
"Yeah, hold on," Dylan replied as he handed Marco the cordless phone. "Hey, mama," Marco greeted. "Hi, sweetie," Mrs. Del Rossi greeted back. "I called because I need to talk to you really quick about something," said Mrs. Del Rossi. "Okay, hold on," Marco said as he turned to Dylan, "I'm gonna go outside to talk to my mom. I'll be back in." "Okay," Dylan said as he nodded. Marco walked outside and closed the door behind him. He told his mama about what Dylan revealed to Marco. After a few minutes of that, Angelina told Marco about his cousin and what happened between him and Marco back in August. "You remember the comments he made? He called you-" "A homo, gaywad and fruitcake. I remember, mama," Marco said with a sigh, "I told him that I didn't care what he thought, but he couldn't change me." Meanwhile, back in the apartment, Dylan felt like eavesdropping because he was so into what was going on with his boyfriend. "So....do you think I did the right thing...not listening to him?", Dylan heard Marco ask his mother. "Oh, yes. I'm glad you don't believe him-" At that moment Dylan hung up, but not hard so Marco wouldn't know that Dyl was listening in on Marco and Angelina's conversation. He started to doubt that Marco really meant everything he said about Dyl's being raped. He felt that Marco didn't love him and he thought Marco told his mother that he was having doubts that he did the right thing: comforting Dylan and telling him how he felt. But Marco was really talking about was if he did the right thing to his cousin when he insulted him for being gay. "Oh....okay....love you too...I know....you guys are gonna be gone until next Sunday...I have a key, mama. If I need anything, I'll go to Dylan's or I'll call you or another one of my friends....okay, love you too, bye." Marco walked in and wiped his feet on the mat in front of the door. He slipped his shoes off and looked at Dylan. "What were you talking to your mom about?" "Just if I did the right thing when my cousin insulted me," Marco said honestly. "Oh, so you wern't doubting that you did the right thing when I told you how I was raped?!"
"Dylan, what do you mean?"
"Look, I heard your conversation with your mother on the phone, okay? I know you had doubts that you meant to say that you'd love me no matter what. If you didn't mean what you said earlier, then why did you say it?"
"Dyl, you know I meant every word. I would never tell you something I didn't mean to on purpose unless it was a joke or something."
"That's not what you told your mom! You were doubting what you said and you said you wern't listening!"
"What are you talking about?", Marco asked in disbelief. He never said that he didn't believe Dylan. He believed every word the older teen said, and he heard someone pick up when he asked his mom if he did the right thing to ignore his cousin and his hurtful name-calling.
"When I picked up the phone you said-"
"That was you? I thought I heard someone pick up," Marco said in a way annoyed, "and anyway, I was talking about my cousin. I told you that when I walked in, Dylan!"
"Don't ever interrupt me when I'm telling you the truth, Marco! Anyway, when I picked up the phone, you asked your mom if you were doing the right thing that you were listening to me, and she said she was glad you didn't believe me!"
"Well, I'm sorry, Dylan, but it's not always about you!", Marco replied to Dylan in an almost completely rude tone.
"Well, excuse me!", Dylan yelled.
"My cousin found out that I was gay in August, okay, and when he saw me, all he did was call me hurtful names like fruitcake, homo and gaywad! But I ignored him and my mom said I did the right thing. You only heard those two lines so why are you judging what happened just by only two lines you heard?"
"I don't know, what is wrong with me anymore?" Dylan said in a whiny voice. Marco looked into Dylan's eyes and he kissed him on the lips for about five seconds. "Baby, there's nothing wrong with you. Everyone makes mistakes." "Sorry about that. I don't know why, but lately I've been a bit sensitive. I can't explain it," Dyl told Marco. "It's okay. And I'm sorry for being so rude," Marco said with a smile.
"In a way, you made me wanna laugh when you said that. 'Well, Dylan, it's not always about you!'", Dylan said, imitating Marco. Marco and Dylan both laughed. "So, you sure you're gonna be okay, Dyl?"
"Yeah. After all, I did stop blaming myself," Dylan said softly to Marco. Just then, Marco reached up to grab his duffel bag off the couch to grab something out of it, when his cell phone rang. Marco answered it, of course. "Hello?" "Marco? It's Tom." Marco thought he stopped breathing for about ten seconds. "Marco?", Tom asked. "Why are you calling me?", Marco asked suprisingly. "I need help. I tried to call Dylan, but he never answers. I need to talk to him. He's my friend. Something's wrong!"
"What happened?"
"Dylan's been lying to you. He doesn't love you. He's gonna rape you!"
"What the hell are you talking about?", Marco asked in disbelief.
"Dylan is cheating on you! He's with me!"
"Whatever, you most certainly don't know what you're talking about, Thomas!", Marco said and laughed. He hung up. Dylan looked at Marco curiously. "Who was that?"
"Tom, believe it or not. Said you were cheating on me and you're gonna rape me and you don't love me," Marco said, laughing a little. Dylan froze. It was true when it came to cheating on Marco. It was just once, a couple weeks before his and Marco's first date.
FLASHBACK:
Dyl was picking up Tom so they could see "Big Mama's house" at Dylan's house (1). As they watched the movie, Tom got drunk and Dylan was a bit drunk, too (2). When the movie was over, Dylan took Tom upstairs to his room. He closed and locked the door behind them. Tom lied down on Dylan's bed. He then sat next to Dyl when he sat on his bed and kissed him. It went to innocent kisses to passionate kisses, and then Dylan broke away. "Tom, I have a boyfriend. Marco." "That Italian boy? Oh...okay. I'll just call him over. He's so cute!", Tom said to Dylan in a slurred manner. "I'm with him. Plus, he isn't home, and besides, you don't know his number, so put the phone down." "No!", Tom screamed as he smacked Dylan's hand away. Dylan took the phone away from Tom. "I'm gonna call your parents so they can pick you up. I can't do it because I'm 1/4 drunk." Dylan called Tom's house and he told them about Tom being drunk and he asked if they could come pick him up. After the phone call and after Tom's parents picked their drunk son up, Dylan went to his room, fell over on his bed and started crying because he betrayed Marco. Although he didn't mean to, he cheated on him with Tom. He got ready for bed after awhile. Dylan felt like a loser. He cried himself to sleep.
END OF FLASHBACK
Marco looked into Dylan's eyes. He noticed that Dylan looked as if he was hiding something else. "What?", Marco started to ask, "You didn't really cheat on me, did you?" Dylan didn't respond. "You did?", Marco asked in a voice that anyone could tell he was scared. "Marco, I..."
"You cheated on me with Tom, didn't you?"
"Well, we were drinking and even though I didn't want a drink, I drank anyway and we just-"
"You guys had sex?! I knew that guy had problems!"
"Marco! We didn't have sex, but we kissed."
Marco glared at Dylan angrily. He couldn't believe that Dylan would do something like that. Right now, he didn't care if it was just one time. "How could you do this to me?!", Marco yelled in Dyl's face.
"Marco, I just said it was one time. It was before we exactly hook-" Dylan was cut off by Marco slapping him hard in the face. "What the hell, Dylan! Why were you with him?! You promised me that you would never hurt me like this. You broke your promise! Do you know how angry I am right now?"
"Yes, I know you're upset and angry, but I didn't mean to!", Dylan explained.
"You know what, Dyl? I don't have to put up with this crap! Screw that!" After Marco said that to Dylan, he grabbed his duffel bag, put on his shoes and coat, and headed for the door. Before he opened it, he turned to Dylan.
"If you didn't love me, Dylan, you should've just said so."
"Marco, you know that isn't true. That's why I'm comin' clean, so could you just quit being such a -"
"A sensitive little boy? I've heard you say that to me a million times, and even if it was a joke, I'm a sensitive guy, so you should be used to it! Oh, and even though I'm short, I'm NOT a little boy!!!"
Marco slammed the door behind him and ran down the stairs. He was really angry right now and at this moment he didn't want nothing to do with Dylan. He got in his car, put the key in the ignition and he headed home.
Meanwhile, back in Dylan's apartment, Dylan watched Marco get in his car and leave. He was really sad that Marco hated him now, and that Marco didn't listen when he tried to explain that when it happened, it was two weeks before their first date, and Dylan said that because he just wanted to be friends with Tom. Dyl was really feeling sensitive right now. He started to cry silently as he fell back against the bathroom wall and slid down until he sat. The last thing he wanted to happen after he confessed to Marco about what happened between him and Tom was for Marco to refuse to let Dylan finish, hate him and leave him altogether. He cried until he couldn't anymore that night.
Marco walked into his house after he opened it. 'Who the hell does he think he is, anyway?', Marco thought, 'Calling ME a little boy, eh? He must have forgotten that I'm sixteen frickin' years old and I can drive! I need to calm down...' Marco took off his coat and shoes and he went upstairs to take either a shower or a long bath; he couldn't decide. After a lot of thought, Marco decided to have a warm, long bath. Marco started to undress in his room when the phone rang. He looked at the caller ID and it had Dylan's name and number. Marco grabbed the phone. "Dylan, I don't want to talk to you! Not now!"
"But Marco, you didn't let me finish! It was before-"
"I don't care when it was! I need to be left alone right now!" Marco slammed the phone into the reciever angrily, and then took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. He was sick and tired of Dylan's lies, even though it was only one, he was too angry to care at the moment. He continued to undress when the phone rang again. "What in the hell does he want now?" Marco angrily asked out loud. He looked at the caller ID. It was Dylan again. Marco didn't answer this time. He decided to play the message he left on the answering machine after four rings tomorrow, when he would be completely calmed down. Marco took off his underwear and he got into his warm bath. He put some mint chocolate bubble bath into the water and the smell of it reminded Marco of summer in a way. He calmly sighed because he was feeling really good. "Mmm....this feels nice", he moaned. He tried to hear what Dylan had to say while he was running his bath but thanks to the water running and the bubbles fizzing away Marco couldn't hear Dyl. Marco sat in his bath for an hour and a half.
Back at Dylan's apartment, Dylan hung up the phone after he left a message on Marc's answering machine. He felt so lonely. As Dylan got ready for bed, he thought about what Marco said and did when Dyl confessed that he was raped and how. When Dylan finally climbed into bed and turned out the light, he cried himself to sleep.
Marco was finally ready for bed. He was still debating in his mind whether or not he should play that message tonight. After three minutes Marco felt he should play it. This was what Dylan said in the message:
"Marco? I know you hate me right now, but you didn't let me finish! I didn't cheat on you on purpose. First of all, I was picking up Tom to hang at my place so we could hang out just as friends. It wasn't a date. Then Tom pulled out a beer from his bag and he told me to drink some, and I only had five sips. He suggested that we go to my room and hang out and he was the one that started kissing me. I broke away from him and I told him that me and you were hooked up so we didn't go any further, but when I mentioned your name he tried to call you. I took the phone away from Tom, reminding him that he didn't know your number and I called his house so he could have a ride home. I didn't want to take him because I was 1/4 of a drunk person. They came and took him home. That's what happened. I was trying to tell you that here but you just ignored and left me. And you said you'd never leave me a month ago. You said today that you loved me. If you loved me so much then why'd you leave me here?" After that, Dylan hung up. Marco could tell Dylan was crying the whole time he was talking. Marco was listening the entire time, and when it was done, Marco wanted to be there with Dylan. He felt so horrible for what he said and for slapping Dylan in the face. Marco climbed into his bed and turned out his light and he cried himself to sleep just as much as Dylan did.
The next morning
Marco was awake around 9:45 thanks to his dog, Cobb(3), licking him in the face. He sat up slowly in his bed, remembering the dream he had last night. He woke up twice during the nightmare in a cold sweat. This was the dream:
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DREAM BEGINS
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Marco woke up in this dark room. At first, he couldn't see anything, but then someone else came in the room laughing like a maniac while he was throwing a familiar someone into the room. Once Marco could see what was going on, he wanted to slap the person that threw the person. The person that was being literally against a wall in the room was Dylan, and he looked as if he had been beaten non-stop all day. He was crying so hard he was practically shaking. "Tom, stop! Please!", Dylan pleaded almost in a scream. Tom kept punching, kicking and slapping Dylan around. "Awww, what are ya gonna do now? Go cwy to yo widdle boyfwiend? Keep dreamin' because you're not going anywhere!", Tom yelled as he slapped Dylan harder in the face than Marco probably did when he got mad at Dyl for cheating on him. Marco was really angry and upset at Tom now for beating someone close to him, someone he was forgiving for doing something hurtful to him , even though they weren't exactly hooked up at the moment it happened. He wanted all the pain Dylan was having to stop.
"Tom, he wants you to stop hurting him! Iwant you to stop hurting him so please stop!
Tom just glared at Marco angrily. "You got a problem with me solving one?" He asked rudely. Marco was about to start bashing Tom himself.
"You call beating my boyfriend solving a problem? It's creating one!"
"So is butting into things that you shouldn't be, like what I do to Dylan when I'm highly angry with him! Why do you have to be such a nosy little prude boy?"
"Why do you have to be such a spoiled brat, Thomas?", Marco asked softly as he rudely got up in his face. Tom let go of Dylan and he started to push Marco. Marco pushed back as hard as he could. Tom was really worked up by now, so he slapped Marco so hard that Marco fell on the bed. Marco got back up in less than five seconds and punched Tom in the mouth so hard that he started crying within two seconds. Tom ran out of the room crying hysterically. Marco walked over to the wall where Dylan was sitting and he sat beside him. "Awww, Dyl....it's okay now. He's gone......I hope," Marco whispered softly in Dyl's ear.
"He was being so horrible to me. He just......kept beating the crap out of me once I told Tom that I was with you. I told him to stop over and over but he just didn't care.....just like the guy who raped me" Dylan confessed, sobbing a little.
"Apparently, he must have some kind of problem, like a drinking problem or-"
"I tried to take him to the AA to get help, but he said that if I even mention it to him again, he'd kill me."
"How would he? He's a wimp!", Marco whispered.
"Actually, Marco, he has a machine gun. I seen it and I've been threatened with it."
"Someone should report him to the police if he's threatening to kill people," Marco said softly.
"I've already planned to do just that. Tonight, I'm gonna sneak out of bed and call the cops. Then he'll wish he never threatened me", Dylan whispered in Marco's ear with a bit of attitude. Just then, Marco kissed Dylan softly on the lips for about five seconds. They cuddled afterward until Tom came running in the room with his machine gun and he pointed at Marco with it.
"Touch me again, I'll kill you. Don't let go of Dylan in ten seconds, and you, your family and his family will be planning his funeral. Got it?!" Tom kept looking at Marco and Dylan madly after he said those words to Marco. Marco moved away from Dylan and he started crying silently. Tom saw this and he immediately started kicking Marco in the stomach.
"I'll kill you both if you don't stop crying, Marco!", Tom screamed. Even though he didn't want himself or Dylan to die, Marco was too scared to quit crying. "Alright, that's it! Dylan first!"
"Tom, no! Please! I don't want to d-" but before Dylan could finish, he was shot three times in the head. Marco looked at Tom evilly and he scooted closer to Dylan and held him and he cried.
"You're next, Del Rossi!" , Tom screamed as he pointed his machine gun at Marco while laughing crazily. Before Marco could stop him, he was shot in the head three times just like Dylan.
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END OF DREAM
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Marco had the same dream three times that night. The first time he woke up he screamed for two seconds. The second time he woke up he started crying. This was the third time he woke up. This time, the dream was changed around, but what it was changed to, Marco couldn't remember. Marco's stomach rumbled, so he went downstairs to have breakfast. He grabbed a granola bar (his favorite, which was chocolate chip, of course), a waffle and he poured himself a glass of orange juice. After Marco put the waffle in the toaster, he took his glass of orange juice and sat on the couch in front of the TV and he felt like watching something a bit sad and sappy. He flipped through the channels and he couldn't find anything in those categories, so he just turned the TV off. By then, his waffle was done, so he got up and he grabbed it out of the toaster and he put it on a paper plate. He sat back down on the couch and he ate his breakfast. After he ate, Marco threw the paper plate and granola bar wrappers away. Marco decided to lie down on the couch for a few minutes. As he lay there, Marco thought about yesterday: what happened at Dylan's house, the yelling, the hurting, the hard slap Marco placed on Dylan's cheek, the way Marco left Dylan crying by himself, the way Marco refused to listen, the message Dylan left last night. Marco wanted to die when he realized he didn't let Dylan finish telling Marco the truth. He felt that Dylan would never talk to him again. He tried not to cry last night, he tried so hard since June not to be so sensitive, but no matter how hard he tried, he failed miserably. Marco loved Dylan, no matter what he did anymore. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with him. He wanted to be able to have someone that he could tell all his secrets to other than his mother. But what really scared Marco was the nightmare he kept having the previous night. It made Marco want to cry in Dylan's arms, and he wanted to be protected by Dylan of all the things he was so scared of. But he felt it was never gonna happen. Just then, Marco heard a knock on the door. "It can't be him," Marco muttered to himself. He opened the door and to his surprise, it was that boy in his dreams that he wanted.
"What are you doing here? I thought you hated me," Marco said, looking into the taller boy's eyes.
"Marco, can I come in and talk to you?", the older boy asked.
"Sure, come on in," Marco said softly.
As the older boy(4) came in, Marco felt that after today, he probably would never see him again.
A/N: How was it?! Sorry it took me so long to update....I had a totally different story typed up and almost finished, and then I had to delete it and make this one, plus, I got grounded from the computer for two days (long story), and now I'm finally done with this chapter!!!! Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I understand that everyone wanted me to paragraph from now on, and I'm sorry that I haven't. I'm just so used to it, but I'll try harder next time. I tried in this chapter, I really did! Oh....
(1): Dylan and Tom were supposed to go as friends, not as a couple.
(2): Tom kinda forced Dylan to drink.
(3): I don't know if the Del Rossi's have a dog, so in my story, I decided to let them have one! And........
(4): The mystery boy will be revealed in the next chapter, but I think it's so obvious who it is.......
If I get at least 2 reviews, I'll make the chapter as quick as I can. Any ideas for chapter4 are welcome! Please review, and I will give away cookies and brownies! (Not real ones! Kinda like the ones smooth-N-creamy gives. They R yummy!) Again, suggestions welcome!