The Crown Prince's Love
Chapter 72

My mother and Desmond gasped as my face whipped to the other side. I had been slapped by my father. More tears streamed down my face as I turned my head to face him. "You just slapped our son, Newman!" my mother yelled at him. "How could you do that to him!"

"Please, Gina," my father begged and then he sighed. "Randy is still acting like a child, and I need to let him know that he is no longer the little boy who needs his parents' protection. I need him to learn and not act like an idiot!" "That doesn't mean that you can hit him. He is still a child, and doing this to him is not what I expected that you would do to him!" she yelled back at him. "If this is what you would do to my son, then I won't allow that." "For goodness sake, Gina, try to see that..."

"I am not seeing anything and.."

"Please stop!" I yelled at them, unable to take any more of their bickering. They were like that because of me, and I couldn't watch them going on and on against each other, which I knew would never end.

They were going to continue arguing and might even end up not talking to each other for a moment because of me. I hated that I was the cause of it.

"Randy, this is not.." my mother tried to say something, but I stopped her with my hand.

"Please," I muttered loud enough for her to hear. My voice sounded weak and painful with each word because I had been stressed, frustrated, and tired. "I don't want you to fight because of me, please," I begged them. "I am sorry that you have to face this, but I just don't want this to go on and on all because of me and I..." I sniffled and looked at Desmond. "We will go to if that is going to solve all of this," I told them and pushed my father's hands away before rushing out of the

room.

"Randy!" I heard my mother shout my name.

"I will go after him," I heard Uncle Marcus promise her as he walked after me.

"Please, Uncle, I am not ready to say anything right now. I am not happy because I am being pushed aside by those who are supposed to be behind me."

"Randy," Uncle Marcus walked towards me and stopped three meters from me, and then he pointed at me. "Your parents are doing what is best for you, and I believe that you might think that they hate you, but I must assure you that they don't. They truly cherish you, and you are like this, because you are angry about everything happening to you, but you have to know that they truly care about you, and the reason they are sending you away is to make sure that you are protected, and no harm will come upon you. That is their way of protecting you," he said and moved closer to me and covered the gaps between us, then he placed a finger right at my chest. "They love you, son, and I hope you see that." "Why..." My voice shook terribly. "I..." I bit my lips and sniffled, not wanting to cry again. I was acting so weak that it made me angry about everything happening. "I just want them to accept Desmond and me for what we are. Is it a crime to be in love with Desmond? Did I go wrong?"

"No," Uncle Marcus replied to me and placed my head on his shoulder. "You don't have to think like that, Randy," he said and gently rubbed my back. "I can assure you that everything is going to be alright as long as you have Desmond by your side."

Just as he finished speaking, I looked behind him and noticed that Desmond was standing at the entrance. Following my eyes, Uncle Marcus turned back and saw Desmond. He tapped me on the back and smiled at me. "The bond between you two is stronger than I thought," he chuckled and walked away. When he reached the entrance, he tapped Desmond's shoulder but didn't say anything, and then he walked in.

"Hey," Desmond muttered as he walked towards me. When he reached my side, he sat down on the ground and pointed to the seat beside him. "Lay your head on my shoulder for a moment."

I nodded and sat down on the ground. I placed my head on his shoulder and he slowly stroked it while humming a slow melody that was pleasing to my ears. I closed my eyes, blocking every other sound but only listening to the sound of his voice until he stopped.

"Randy," he called.

"Hmmm," I replied to him.

"Do you think a time will come when the world will accept us?"

I raised my head from his shoulder and looked at him. "You believe that we might never be accepted?"

He nodded and I sighed.

"Desmond, what are you aiming at? There must be a reason why you asked me this question. Care to tell me why?" I asked him.

"Because," he cleared his throat and closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again and then turned to face me.

Cupping my cheeks, he leaned closer and planted a kiss on my forehead. "I love you so much, and I am really glad that I met someone like you and that we are lovers but if there comes a time when the world doesn't accept me, then you can let go and just be yourself, Randy."

My eyes widened, and they suddenly turned red as I stared angrily at him. "what the hell are you trying to say?" I questioned him. "Are you saying I should give up on you? On our love?" "That is not what..."

"You must be insane!" I screamed at him.

"How could you say something like that when you know that I am madly in love with you? I live for you, Randy, and there is nothing that I can do without you. That is how much I am madly in love, and I am really surprised that you can't even see it. How blind can you be not to see my love for you and..."