PAPA JO.

Chapter: 8

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The house was bustling with life, everyone oblivious to the emotional battle that had just gone on with the boys right in front of the house. Stefan passes a weak smile to everyone as he goes to sit on a chair.

He needed to go home.

After what he's done, the last person he wanted to see was Sky. The fact that he had stood his ground and had said those words while watching Sky cry that hard, was a miracle. Stefan thought he would die.

But he didn't.

Maybe he had done the right thing.

"Hey, kiddo! Are you good?" An older man's hand tapped on his shoulders. Stefan smiled knowingly at the voice. He has always loved his grandfather, the man was strong and had taught him almost everything he knew, from fishing, to boxing and to basically everything that he needed to know.

"Yes, papa Jo," Stefan told the old man, he loved the man and he sure knows how to keep a secret or two.

"What's eating ya up?" The old man's concerned voice hovered over the younger boy. A weak smile pa