Osa's POV
,"Yea. . I don't know if it's true though." He shakes his head.
"My dad got rid of her a long time ago." He states and I shrug. "Now, I need you to stand. " I frown, as he gets up. "Cmon."
I stand and then. . he kneels. My eyes widen as I look around the room as if someone was there.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Osa James. You were a blast of energy when you came here, I mean I was skeptically but I couldn't help but be intrigued. You were always nice to me, even if I was the dickest d**k there would have ever been." I chuckle at that. "You changed my world the day you cleaned my scars, I got a closer look at you and you just seemed so different. The day I opened up to you, you didn't push me, you didn't even tell me to suck it up like most people would've. We've only be
