Chapter 3: Father, son fights
"Hi Mom--where's dad?" asked Marco once he stepped in the house. She pointed without making any eye contact at her son to the living. He rolled his eyes "whatever!" he said loudly and angrily.
"Dad?" he said snapping the rubber band nervously. He was ignored
"Damn it dad! Look at me!" screamed Marco as he started to cry. The cursing got to his dad and he looked up
"I wanna know why-why do you hate me!? Okay-who gives a shit if I'm gay!?" Marco said, sobbing now as both his parents looked at him.
"Marco I don't hate you," his father said quietly. Marco looked up at him in surprise
"Dad-what the hell do you mean? You don't hate me? You haven't talked to me since you found out I was gay!" he said as he tried (with no success) to stop crying.
"Marco I'm sorry I haven't talked to you I've just been really busy," said Mr. Del Rossi, making Marco roll his eyes.
"All I want is a 'Hi Marco' or a 'How was school Marco?' or something to show that you know I'm still in this house! I mean c'mon how hard is it to ask how was school? You used to ask me that-sure it annoyed me, but at least you cared then, but then again you didn't know I was gay at the time," he said heatedly. Mr. Del Rossi looked like he had been slapped.
"Marco-I'm sorry I-," he began, but Marco knew what he was going to say- it was the same thing every time yet nothing was changing
"Whatever-if you want me I'll be staying the night at my boyfriend's house," he said furiously
"Paige-where's Marco?" asked Dylan later that night after dinner.
"In the bathroom," she said, making Dylan panic.
"How long has he been in there!?" he questioned Paige, who shrugged
"I don't know-why?" she asked. Dylan didn't answer, but instead ran upstairs. He could hear Marco's soft cries.
"Marco babe-please open the door!" begged Dylan after he tried to open it and found that it was locked. Marco didn't answer, but continued to cry.
"Marco open the damn door!" said Dylan trying not to raise his voice, but unfortunately Paige had come upstairs to investigate.
"Dylan what's wrong?" she asked curiously.
"Marco if you don't get out of this bathroom now I'll tell Paige!" he said ignoring her. "
NO! Dylan please!!" begged Marco. Dylan heard the click! Of the door when he unlocked it. He opened the door.
"Let me see your arm-now!" said Dylan when Marco hesitated. Dylan pushed his sleeve up carefully trying not to hurt him when he seen fresh, somewhat bloody marks on his arm. Paige gasped
"Paige don't you dare tell anyone!" said Marco. Dylan gave her a look and she left the two lovers alone.
"Why and with what?" asked Dylan. Marco took a razor out of his pocket.
"I cleaned it off in the sink--my dad and I had a fight where he told me he loved me and that he was to busy to talk to me and all this other crap and mom said the same and I-I'm sorry," he cried. Dylan pulled Marco into a hug
"it's okay-we'll get through this-as of now I don't know how, but we will-we always do," said Dylan. He reached into his back pocket and put another rubber band on Marco,
"use this instead, please?" begged Dylan. Marco looked up with tears in his eyes at his loving boyfriend and nodded
"yeah okay, I'll try Dylan, but the thing is sometimes I feel like I have to cut!" he confessed. Dylan led Marco into his room then took the razor from him, but Marco grabbed it back and tried again.
"No Marco!" he said the seized it back. Lord, forgive me! Thought Dylan then pushed his own sleeve back and cut his arm.
"Dylan!" said Marco with a hint of anger in his voice.
"This is what you enjoy doing!? This Marco?!" said Dylan angrily then did it again, wincing in pain. Marco started to cry
"I d-don't know how to ex-explain it D-Dylan I-it's just a way to ease m-my emotional p-pain," he cried. Dylan set the razor down on his bookshelf and sat down on the bed beside Marco.
"Marco if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here-even if it's three o' clock in the morning I'm here, just call me, but don't do this to yourself please," said Dylan with tears in his own eyes. Marco nodded then snapped the rubber band softly.
"I'm sorry Dylan-I just-I couldn't handle it anymore," he said then curled up in Dylan's lap and rested his head on his boyfriend's chest.
"You're forgiven, but just talk to me next instead of doing that, and if you just want to cry rather then talk-fine, but please don't cut yourself. Why do you cut yourself-or is that to personal?" asked Dylan tenderly
"I-I cut because I don't want to burden you with my problems-stupid isn't it?" said Marco tiredly.
"Babe you can tell me anything-I love you," he said then kissed Marco's cheek. Marco smiled weakly
"I love you too Dylan," he said. They two boys sat in silence for a while, listening to each other breathe. Dylan ran his fingers through his boyfriends' hair.
"Dylan?" said Marco quietly "Yeah?" he asked as he continued to play with Marco's hair.
"You won't tell anyone, will you? I don't want anyone to know h-how weak I am," he confessed. Dylan was shocked by that statement
"Marco you're not weak-not at all weak…just because you do this doesn't mean your weak, babe I've known you for a while and trust me you are not weak!" said Dylan then kissed his cheek. Marco smiled
"I love you Dylan, and I-I'm sorry for this-you know cutting and all," said Marco. Dylan took Marco's hand in his and held it as Marco spoke.
"I love you too Marco, and don't be sorry-I know you're trying," he said almost in a whisper.
"So you won't tell anyone right?" asked Marco as he started to get sleepier.
"Of course not baby-I love you and the only reason I would ever tell anyone is if I thought you were going to kill yourself-your not thinking of killing yourself are you Marco?" asked Dylan nervously.
"Dyl how could you think that? I have the best boyfriend in the world-why would I ever want to kill myself?" he said looking up at Dylan. He smiled
"I'm sorry I'm just really scared because I'm afraid the next time you cut yourself, you'll cut to deep, and that'll be the end of my future husband," he said making Marco giggle
"Husband, Dylan? I hope so," he said, and soon fell asleep in his boyfriend's arms.