Whats mine, is mine..

where are we going?

                  ~Max's P.O.V~
I grab his hand and lead him away from the school, without saying a word. "U...uhm. W...where are we going ?" he whimpers softly. "We need to talk so you are going to my apartment." He doesn't say anything else and walks alongside me.
When we get there I quickly unlock the door and vo inside, and usher blondie in with me. "Follow me." I say as I finish putting on my house slippers on and start walking up to my room. I listen for his footsteps to make sure he is following me. "Have a seat." I watch him sit down and I see the nervous look on his face. "Blondie, be honest with me. Who in your family abuses you." I study him carefully as the color fades away from his face. "N..no one.. D..does." I feel the anger well up in me and I punch the wall. "GOD DAMNIT BLONDIE." He flinches and I sigh miserably. "Listen... I know I just met you, but I know the signs of abuse.. The blossoms...." He looks up at me a bit confused and on the verge of tears. "The blossoms couldn't save me from my mothers abuse. We both loved them, and would often go and look at them before the abuse. But, the memories caused to much pain. The same memories that were supposed to save me." Blondie's tears slowly glide down his pale cheeks and roll off his chin. He looks down at the floor and I can tell his struggling to find the words. "Who, blondie. Who is it."