“Kurt” the boy replies after a long talk about how he can trust me and that I need to know his name. “Well Kurt, How about you come with me back to my apartment and you can get cleaned up and I will make you a nice warm meal.”
Kurt’s eyes grow wider with fear as I speak and he shakes his head no quickly.
“You can’t stay out here all night, you’re going to freeze to death” He mumbles something under his breath and I figure it would be better if I didn’t know his comment.
“Here” I say pulling my cell phone out of my pocket. I press a few buttons and then hand him my brand new iphone. He takes the phone slowly and looks up at me confused.
I than drop my jacket to the ground and pull out my pants pockets to show the only thing else I have was my wallet and house keys.
“I have nothing that can hurt you do I?” I asked turning around slowly and then shaking out my jacket which is completely empty except for a few random pieces of paper.
“N-no” He says looking down at the phone for the first time.
I had typed the numbers 911 into the phone.
“If you come with me you keep the phone until you feel safe. At any time if you feel the need to leave or get away you can but if you are really scared all you have to do is press the green button”
I can tell he is thinking and still doesn’t trust me.
“My name is Blaine Anderson” I say pulling my driver’s license out of my wallet and handing it to him. He looks and it and then up at me; Squinting in the dim light.
He nods and I grin.
“Press that button right there” I say pointing to the top right corner of my phone. “That will just lock it so you don’t press any buttons by accident”
He did as I said and the screen went black.
“Press it again and it will come back on”
He tested it a few times before nodding and looking up at me.
“Shall we go?” I ask reaching my hand out to help him up but he flinches and scoots back a little.
“Sorry” I say and step back allowing him to get up on his own.

The taxi ride back to my house was filled with an awkward silence and it makes me glad it was only a few minutes away.
Kurt kept the phone tight in his hand as we drove. He would unlock it every few seconds to make sure the screen holding the number would still appear.
I let him keep my license knowing he felt better having some official proof of who I am.
Once we reached my apartment building I showed him upstairs to my room. I walked in front of him the whole time not wanting to mess up the little trust I worked so hard to earn.
As soon as we entered my apartment and closed the door behind us he about freaks out. He unlocked the phone and was about to press the call button when I opened the door back up quickly.
“Okay, door stays open” I say and he presses lock on the phone again.

I show him my apartment and then ask him if he would like to clean himself up. He nods and I show him the bathroom. How to work the shower and where to find clean towels and anything else he may need. I give him a pair of pajamas that are too small on me but I know they will still be big on him. He is way too skinny it looks like he hasn’t eaten a proper meal in years.

His injuries look worse in the bright lights of my apartment. His face is scratched and dried blood has run down his cheek onto his shirt. There is a thick layer of dirt covering his body which makes me think he hasn’t had a shower in maybe weeks. There are bruises that cover his arms, neck, face and hands and his hair is matted with dried blood and mud. I watch him as he places the phone on the sink right by the shower and then looks at me.
I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me. I say walking out of the room and I hear the door quickly close behind me.

I’m in the kitchen washing dishes from the meal I just made him. I had made a little bit of everything, eggs, steak, beans, salad, chicken and a lot more. I don’t know what he likes so I figure out of all the food there has to be at least one thing he will find good enough to eat.
It’s been a little over an hour since I left Kurt alone in the bathroom and I’m starting to worry when I hear feet behind me.
I turn around to see a whole different person standing there.
The boy who was covered in blood and dirt has been replaced with the most beautiful guy I have ever seen. His hair is brown and has been brushed to where is looks almost like silk. His skin is smooth and pale almost like porcelain. The bruises look more noticeable against his clean smooth skin and bandages cover any places that were bleeding.
His eyes light up as he looks at the table that is covered in food.
“Help yourself”
He quickly walks over and sets down at the table taking a piece of fried chicken and biting into it quickly.

“I set up my extra bedroom for you” I say as I clear the table and put the leftovers into the refrigerator.
He nods and I clean off the table and place my phone down in front of him.
“You left this in the bathroom” I say and he scoots it towards me.
“I-I trust you” He says and I smile
“Thank you, does that mean I can shut my door” I ask motioning toward my front door which is still open allowing anyone who passes by to see in.
“Yea”
I shut the door than show him to his room.

“Thank you for all of this” he says as I say goodnight to him.
“You’re welcome” I reply as I lean against the door frame my hand on the light switch.
“C-can you stay with me until I fall asleep?” He asks slowly and I nod.
As I set there watching him fall asleep I wonder, I wonder how someone could harm such a sweet young man, I wonder what all he has been through, But most of all I wonder if I will ever know any of these answers.