The truth comes out
Marco sat nervously on his bed. Beads of sweat were making their way down his forehead, leaving his dark skin wet. I need to tell him, He thought anxiously. But I don't know if I'm ready, and I can't bear the thought of him not loving me.
He stood up and walked over to the door. He stuck his head out the doorway, and looked around. "Ma? Ma! Can you come here? I need to talk to you!"
Marco walked back to his bed and waited for his mother, wringing his hands nervously. She entered his room, wipping her hands on a dish towel. "Marco, darling, what is it?" She asked, seeing how nervous he was.
"I think I want, no, I need to tell Dad about..my...lifestyle ." He said softly, looking her in the eye.
She sighed and sat down on the bed. "I want you to be honset with your father," She began, sounding sad. "but I want to know that he may not accept it."
Marco took a deep breath. "But you'll be there for me, right?"
She nodeed forcefully. "Marco, I will support you in every way possible."
He gave her a small smile. "Okay. I want to do this. Can you tell Dad to meet me in the living room in like...ten mintues?"
His mother nodded and gave him a hug. "I love you" she said, and left to get his father.
Ten minutes later, the small Del Rossi family was in the living room, Marco perched uncomfortably on the couch, his father on his favorite chair, and his mother sitting opposite his father in her rocking chair.
"Pa, the reason I wanted to talk to you is..well.. the thing I have.. and want you to know is....that.. I ..I'm..I'm gay." He finished lamely.
The room was deadly quiet for too long. Marco dared himself a quick glance up and looked at his father. He was sitting, staring at Marco.
"You mean to tell me that my son.....is...gay?" His voice was dangerously soft.
Too ashamed to look up, Marco nodded.
"And this Dylan, you two are....dating?" His father spat the word out with more revulsion than Marco thought was possible.
Again, Marco nodded.
"You know that this is completely unacceptable behavior for a young Italian boy, correct?"|
"Yes, I do" Marco said quietly.
His father sighed. "Though it is, in my opinion, morally wrong, I will continue to let you live in my house."
Marco looked up, shocked. He wasn't aware that being thrown out was an option.
"But," His father continnued, "I will not permit the presence of this Dylan boy in my house. Do you understand me?"
Marco nodded quickly.
"Good. Now go up to your room. Your mother and I have a lot to discuss."
Marco walked up the stairs feeling beaten and tired. He didn't know if he would win the war, or if he had won this battle.