63 I DON'T WANT TO BE A BAD BOY

ZACHARY

I kissed his cheek and sadly smiled at him. I felt bad knowing he didn't experience the care of his parents because of Dylan, and I wanted to kill the guy.

"He also told me that I am not allowed to be carried. I should walk. I don't remember someone carrying me since I started walking because bad Dylan would tell me I was a bad boy if I asked him to carry me. So even though I was exhausted whenever he brought me outside, I didn't ask him to carry me because I didn't want to be a bad boy. Only Mama carries me when I visit her, but it seldom happens because bad Dylan doesn't allow me. After all, he said Mama has a contagious disease." I looked up at the ceiling to stop my tears from falling, and I could tell my father was also holding his tears.

"Dylan, you bastard. I'll make sure you'll rot in prison."

"Forget what he told you. You are not a bad boy if you ask someone to carry and feed you. Starting today, Papa will always carry and feed you because you are a prince, and a prin