You must love me
Chapter 5
Disclaimer: I don't own a damn thing!
Thanks to everyone that reviewed. Have some ice cream for being so kind! I'm so, so sorry for making my last chapter so short, and I'm sorry for removing my story "Can you hear me cry". I didn't mean to piss anyone off, if I did so. I'll try my hardest to make this chapter longer. I don't want to give too much away, but Dylan has to deal with his trial against his rapist and preparing for it. Tom visits Dylan while Marco is there. Will they become...friends? Read to find out! Supposed to have some drama!
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Marco sat in the waiting room with his mother while Dylan was having his appendix removed. Marco was afraid. He knew that Dylan would be okay, but it didn't hit him yet. Marco was soon getting drowsy and he fell asleep in his mother's embrace.
Tom heard about Dylan being in the emergency room from Paige, and he wanted to stay to hear how he was during and after the surgery. He asked the receptionist at the office and Dylan's room was 935B. He was in emergency surgery right now, but Tom could wait in the waiting room until it was over, and then he could visit Dyl. When Tom got there, he saw someone who he thought would chase him out of there but he was sleeping. When Tom had called Marco and told him the crap he did the other night, he was just joking. He was gonna come over and sleep over-maybe even become Marco's friend, but Marco pissed him off. Dylan and Tom both planned it. Tom sat down a seat away from Marco. Mrs. Del Rossi leaned over towards him.
"Are you one of Dylan's friends?"
"Yes I am. I'm Tom."
"Hi. Angelina Del Rossi. I'm Marco's mother," Mrs. Del Rossi replied, pointing to Marco after she set him in the chair she was sitting in. "You know Marco, don't you?"
"Yeah. Dylan introduced me to him. We've talked before."
Mrs. Del Rossi told Tom that she was calling her husband to bring Marco's car over here and drive her husband back home. Tom agreed to let Marco know when he woke up. Mrs. Del Rossi left after kissing her son on the cheek and waving to Tom. Tom glanced over at Marco. He wished he would stop hating him. He knew about their fight on Friday night, but he didn't think that one little joke would get them on a rage. Dylan told him it wasn't his fault, but he still felt bad.
Marco woke up an hour later and saw Tom.
"Tom, what are you doing here?"
"Paige told me about Dylan and how he collapsed this morning. I want to know his progress through this. He's our friend...well...my friend, your boyfriend."
Marco nodded at Tom. He looked around for his mom but she was nowhere to be found.
"Looking for your mom?"
"Yeah. How'd ya know?"
"Lucky guess. When I got here I met her. She told me to tell you that she's calling your dad to have him drop off your car here and then she was gonna take your dad home."
"Thanks", Marco replied.
"You know, when I called you Friday night, that was supposed to be a joke. I was gonna come over and stay the night, you know, like a sleepover, but you took it seriously and got all pissy on me."
Marco stared at Tom. "Was Dylan in on this?"
"Yeah, and he was joking when he said we went up to his bedroom and kissed. I was drunk, but we never kissed."
"You're not bullshitting me are you?"
"I cannot tell a lie", Tom said in a deep voice, causing Marco to start giggling. Marco giggled for a few seconds and then he settled down.
"Speaking of friends," Marco started off, raising and eyebrow, "why can't we be?"
"Be what?"
"Friends."
"I think now's a good time to start. After all, we did make each other laugh."
"Correction: you only made me laugh, but I'll probably make you laugh sooner or later. Friends?"
Tom nodded as he hugged Marco. Marco moved over to the empty seat that was between him and his new friend. It was silent between them for a couple of minutes. A nurse coming from the surgery room the Dylan was in came towards them.
"Are you friends of Dylan Michalchuk?", the nurse asked.
Marco and Tom nodded at her.
"Hi. Um, we just started surgery on Dylan, and I don't know if you know this or not, but this is a two hour long procedure. You might wanna go down to the food court. I mean, you can wait here if you want, but it'll be a tad bit boring."(A/N: I don't really know how long it takes, so just bear with me)
Marco looked at Tom. "What do you want to do?"
Let's go to McDonald's or something and then come right back," Tom suggested. Marco nodded in agreement.
"We'll just go to Mcdonald's and then come back," Marco told the nurse. The nurse nodded and walked off. Tom took out his car keys from his pocket, insisting that he would drive them both there. Marco nodded in approval. When the boys finished eating and came back, they decided to go inside the hospital gift shop to get something for Dylan. They couldn't decide on anything, so they left. Marco and Tom sat in the waiting room, where they were waiting before. An hour later, Dylan was finally ready to have visitors. Strangely, he woke up ten minutes after they were finished with the surgery. Tom went in the room and ran to the bathroom; he had to piss really bad. Marco pulled a chair beside Dyl and held his hand. A small smile grew across Dylan's lips.
"Hey, Marco. Sorry I scared you earlier this morning," Dylan murmured sleepily.
Marco rans his fingers through his boyfriend's hair. "Sweetie, it's not your fault. I swear, I hate when you blame yourself, baby."
"Did you make friends with Tom?"
"That's for me to know and for you to find out!", Marco said as Tom pulled a chair beside Marco. He did nothing but smile and wave. Dylan laughed and then asked, "Are you guys finished with your wars or what?"
Marco and Tom both nodded. They had told him about how they became friends and what they did while they waited for the surgery to be done. Dylan laughed a little at some of the details; those guys could be so nutty together. They hung arounnd for a few hours, until the nurse told them that they had to leave. Marco kissed Dyl goodbye, and the two wished him good luck.
Two months later
"Marco, I'm not sure if I'm ready for this, but it is something that I have to do. I'm afriad to face him again."
Marco set down his newspaper on the counter and placed his hand on Dylan's arm. He wanted to be there for Dylan through all of this.
"Baby, I know, but, if you don't do this, then you'll most likely never get the closure you want. Maybe you should talk to Paige for support."
Dylan nodded and sighed. He was raped eight months ago and the trial was coming up in two weeks. He wasn't exactly ready to see his attacker again, but it was something that he had to do. The guy went to the same college he did, but once the guy, whose name was Derek, found out hat Dyl was pressing charges against him, he dropped out, which made Dylan think of him even more as a moron. No, a bastard who wanted to be cuel enough to emotionally, mentally, and sexually scar people. Dylan expected to have a few hellish moments when he came out, but he never expected this.
"I guess I'm ready for this trial in two weeks, but what if I go there for nothing?"
"For nothing?"
"You know, I go, tell the truth along with every detail, and still lose? What if he finds me and, and..." , Dylan stopped suddenly because he was on the verge of tears.
Dylan started to walk out of the kitchen, but Marco caught him gently by the arm. Dyl started crying as he leaned back against the wall. Marco put his arms around his boyfriend once he wiped his tears away.
"You have a restraing order against him. He couldn't hurt you, even if he tried to. I won't let him do it to you again. I promise," Marco vowed as he rubbed Dylan's back gently to calm him down. After a few minutes, Dylan had stopped crying and was completely okay.
"Um...I'm gonna lay down for a little bit. Marco, do you want to go with me?"
Marco nodded as he held onto Dylan's hand and walked them to the bedroom. Dylan laid down first, then Marco laid down, his head on Dyl's chest, his arm around Dyl's waist. Dylan had his arm around Marco's shoulders. The two fell asleep rather quickly, without any problems such as nightmares.
It was around 6:38 p.m. when Marco woke up, and he wasn't feeling good. He woke up with a horrible stomach ache, headache, and he felt liquid coming up his throat. He bolted out of bed and to the bathroom, where he lifted up the toilet seat and started throwing up. The sound woke Dylan up.
'What the hell is that noise? Sounds weird,' Dylan thought, and then he suddenly realized that Marco was puking his guts out. He got up and grabbed a washcloth from the hall closet. Quickly, Dylan put it under running water, squeezed out a little bit of water and gently wiped off Marco's mouth after he was finished gurgitating. (1)
"I don't feel good. I've been feeling sick all week. I think I caught the flu," Marco moaned to Dylan as he held his head. Dylan picked up Marco and laid him down on his bed.
"Poor baby. I'm gonna grab the thermometer and take your temperature. Lay here, okay?"
Marco nodded as he grabbed some blankets that were next to him and covered himself up. He hadn't been feeling very good all week, but he hadn't told Dylan that. He figured it was just a cold, but today, he learned it was the flu. He almost fell asleep when Dylan came in with the thermometer. Marco opened his eyes and did as Dylan told him. When the thermometer gave the final result, it read that Marco had a fever of one hundred and one.
"Ooh, Marco, that's not good."
Marco sighed and tried to cover himself up completely with the blankets in his hands, but Dylan took the blankets from him and covered him up. Marco gave a tiny smile.
"Thank you, Dylan."
Dylan petted Marco's sweet, soft hair.
"You're welcome. Don't talk, okay? Get some sleep."
Marco nodded as he closed his eyes and went to sleep afterward. Dylan went into the living room and turned on the T.V.. There wasn't much on, so Dyl settled for the news. He watched T.V. until 9:30, and then he took a shower, put on his pajamma top and bottoms,brushed his teeth and went to bed. The next morning, Marco was still sick, so Dylan stayed home from college to take care of him. Marco had slept all morning and a little bit of the afternoon. Dylan had called Marco's mom while Marco was sleeping to tell him about her son being sick. Mrs. Del Rossi came over that afternoon around 1:23 and not long after, Marco was awake. He had heard his mom talking, but he was too tired to get up, so he just lay there. A few minutes later, Marco heard someone walking towards the bedroom, and Dylan appeared.
"Hey, sugar baby. Feeling any better today?"
Marco shrugged. "A little bit."
Just then, Marco's mother walked in the room. She had a small grocery bag with her and she set it on the nightstand next to Marco. She then murmured something to Dylan. Dyl nodded and went to the bathroom. Mrs. Del Rossi then sat on the bed beside Marco and looked at him.
"Hi, Marco. You haven't been feeling good?"
Marco shook his head and lay on his left side. His mom grabbed the bag and handed it to Marco.
"Ma, what is this?", Marco asked as he was about to open the bag.
"Just some soup I made. Chicken noodle, your favorite. Oh, and some hot cocoa."
"Wow, thanks Ma!", Marco said replied as he hugged his mom. Angelina (REMEMBER: the name I gave Mrs. Del Rossi!) kissed her son goodbye on his forehead and left the room. Dylan walked back in the bedroom and laid next to Marco on the bed.
"Honey, you feeling up to doing anything later?"
Marco sighed. "Besides destressing you for your trial coming up? I dunno."
Dylan smiled and kissed Marco on his forehead, and the twogazed into each other's eyes until they fell asleep, smiling. Hours turned into days, and a few of those days later, a fully well Marco walked in the kitchen at his house when he came home from school, only to find Dylan cooking in the kitchen.
"Hey, Dilly! What brings you here?", Marco asked with a smile and while hugging Dylan from behind.
"Your parents are going to see some relatives for the next two days, and they said I could stay here as long as I didn't get us into any trouble."
Marco nodded and laughed, and then he announced thathe was gonna go upstairs to finish his homework, then take ashower. Two hours later, the to-do list was complete. The homework was finished. The dinner was cooked and eaten, the dishes washed. Now...what to to with all that free time?
Marco and Dylan were making out on the couch in Marco's living room. Dylan felt safe with Marco, and he felt completely healed from everything, now all he had to do was tell the truth to at least try to get the asshole that raped him in jail. Marco felt safe as well, and he flet cozy and warm. After a while, they both broke the kiss.
"Marco...I'm not pushing anything, but do you want to-"
"I don't really know. I want to but I don't want my parents to walk in on us. You never know if they could come home early or whatever."
Dylan sighed. "They said they would call if anything would happen. But you don't have to go to the next level with me if you don't want to. Like I just said...I'm not trying to push anything. I have a condom in my bag if you want protection."
Marco thought for a moment and then he made his final decision.
"Yeah...I want to. But you better not brag about it to anyone! My prents said I can't even have sex until I'm married or out of the house...as in moved out. They find out about this, and I will be disowned. Period. End of story."
"Alright...um...do you just wanna mess around a few times before we actually...um...you know...because the first few times it hurts...trust me."
Marco leaned closer into Dylan. "I've put my fingers in my butt after I lubricated them so it won't hurt as much."
Dylan gave Marco an "Ooh...how naughty" look before he started making out with Marco frantically and slid his hands under his shirt. After a few minutes of this, they started to remove clothing off of each other, piece by piece until they were all done. Dylan had his protection on, and they started the wild ride. Marco was hurting at first; the fire was swelling inside.
"Damn, does it have to hurt this much!", he yelled.
Dylan didn't comment but he kept pumping until Marco finally exploded two seconds before Dylan. The two lay on the couch to catch their breath. When they finall did, Dylan looked over at Marco.
"You okay?", Dylan asked once he kissed Marco on the forehead.
"Yea...I'm okay...but you were great. I so love you. But you never answered my question."
"I was out of breath so bad that I couldn't. I meant to say 'I told you so!'", Dylan said as he chuckled. Marco playfully smacked his chest and then laid his head on it. He was about to fall asleep when he heard a key turn at the front door, and that's when he jumped up.
"Great...my parents are so gonna have my ass now. Hurry up and get dressed!"
Dylan tried to hurry and get his boxers on but is was too late. When Marco's dad flipped the lights on in the kitchen, he saw Dylan's penis.
"WHAT IN THE HELL WERE YOU TWO DOING! OH WAIT! YOU GUYS WERE SCREWING! I AM SO SMART!"
"Yea, we were," Dylan started, "only because Marco wan-"
"Marco? I don't care. Marco, you know goddamn well you wait until you'e married. You only had one chance. Now you've become even more of a sinner than I ever imagined. I can't believe you, you idiot!" , Mr. Del Rossi screamed as he smacked around Marco. He was about to slam him and Dylan both into a wall when Mrs. Del Rossi grabbed Frank's (Mr. Del Rossi) arm.
"Don't do anything further, Frank. I will handle this."
Angelina (Mrs. Del Rossi) led Marco and Dylan upstairs into the hallway.
"First of all, I don't know what the fuck is wrong with-"
"Ma! You never use that language! Pa would-"
"Shut up, faggot!", Mrs. Del Rossi screamed at Marco as she slapped him in the face, "and let me finish! As I was saying, I don't know what gave you the idea that just because we weren't home, that it gave you two the right to do whatever the hell you pleased. Dylan,", Angelina turned towards Dylan and pointed a finger in his face, "I said to make sure my son was safe, not to make sure me seriously disobeyed me. And you, Marco", Mrs. Del Rossi's tone got louder as she now pointed a finger at Marco, "apparently something messed you up while you were sick earlier this week. How could you be a disgrace to this family, an asshole if you will, to this family and just screw around before marraige? Who in the hell made it okay to wreck our furniture with your disgusting activity! WHO!"
"Ma, it felt right at the time and-"
Marco was quickly cut off and thrown down the stairs in the blink of an eye.
"NOBODY GIVES A SHIT ABOUT WHAT YOU WANTED! YOU HEAR ME! NOONE, YOU LITTLE BITCH! I suggest you get your goddamn clothes on and get your shit now! You got ten minutes! Get the hell out!"
Marco was crying silently as he got dressed in the living room quickly, and then he ran upstairs and packed as many things as he could in one of his duffel bags. As soon as his ten minutes were up, he grabbed his keys and ran out the door with Dylan, and the last sound he heard in the place that night was the sound of his father laughing at him since he was crying. Marco was about to unlock his car door, but Dylan grabbd his arm.
"Just get in my car. We'll just grab this car in the morning, honey,", Dylan whispered soothingly. Marco turned around and hugged Dylan and cried very hard into his chest.
"Dylan, this is all my falut. It always-"
"No, honey, it's not. Marco, they were kinda right about the religion, but it was about what you wanted, and your parents didn't have to do the things they did to you. They didn't have to hurt you."
"Dylan, don't go around saying it's your fault then. It wasn't your falut, either. We need to go somewhere safe."
Dylan looked into Marco's tear-filled eyes. "There's always my place." The boys kissed each other passionately and got into Dylan's car. Dylan drove off, and Marco leaned his head against the window on the passenger's side and fell asleep.
Sorry it took me forever. I know...I'm such a slow beotch. Alot of things have been going on with me lately...please forgive me for the delays. I will probably do Dylan's trial in the next chapter or the chapter after. Please review...it would really make my day. ;)
P.S.: I did change my username to AdAmOsBaByGuRl or something like that...thought I'd remind you. Thanx!