Taking It Slow (possibly discontinued)

Chapter 5- Ian's pov

I woke up to the smell of food. Weird. I opened my eyes and was instantly confused, this wasn't my room or my dad's room. I tried remembering last night then It dawned on me, I tried to commit suicide and a tall man stopped me. I look around the room and saw a bathroom, then I saw the clothes on the dresser.
I went to get up to grab the clothes, but my ass hurt. I almost started crying from the thoughts of yesterday that my dad did. I eventually grabbed the clothes and saw It was a white t-shirt, sweatpants, and boxers. I was kinda embarrassed about the boxers but didn't like that I got a t-shirt. I walked inside the bathroom with the clothes. I looked in the mirror, I looked like hell. I opened some of the drawers and found a comb, I brushed my hair so it looked somewhat decent. I changed out of my pants and boxers and put on the ones he gave me, they're a little big but I'm used to wearing baggy clothing. I took off my hoodie to see the damage from yesterday. I had new and old bruises and years worth of scars over my body from my father. I then looked at my arms, many scars from cutting and deep new cuts on both wrists i tried to do yesterday.
     I sighed and put my hoodie back on. I walked out of the room I was in and looked around. From the left of my room was a bathroom and a room across from it. I walked towards it and saw that it was a bedroom with a ton of stuff in it. I looked around the room, there was a walk-in closet, huge bed, a dresser with a tv on it, and some other things too.
    The smell of food got stronger so I decided to see where it was coming from. I walked down the staircase that was at the end of the hall and looked around. The stairs led right to the kitchen. I saw a tall, dark brown haired man in jeans, a light blue shirt, and white shoes. He was turned so I couldn't see his face, it looked like he was making food. He must of sensed my presence because he turned to face me and smiled. He was pretty handsome. His dark brown hair almost matching his brown eyes, his sharp jaw line, and his nice white teeth.
"Good morning." He said to me.
"Morning" I said shyly.
"I'm making breakfast so go sit at the table." He told me.
I walked through the kitchen and into a dining room with a big table. I sit in one of the chairs. Soon after, the man comes into the room with two plates.
     "I don't know how you feel about bacon and eggs, but that's what I made." He said and placed the plate in front of me with some silverware.
I looked down at my food, two eggs and 4 pieces of bacon, and looked back up at him. "I can eat this?" I asked.
He laughed, "Of course." He said with a half smile, sitting in the chair across from me. I picked up my fork and dug in. I had everything gone in 3 minutes or less, he stared at me the whole time. He leaned back in his chair still watching me, "I never got your name." He said.
"Ian Lewis." I said as I looked up at him.
"Justin Robinson." He said and reached his hand out to me. I reached out my hand as well and shook his hand.
I went to pull away, but he didn't move, he had a small frown on his face. His eyes were focused on something. I looked to where his eyes where staring at and I realized my cuts were showing. I then pulled away again, a little more aggressive. I murmured a thanks and started to run for the stairs, but he grabbed my arm. I whimpered at his strong grip.
"Sorry! I rgm- sorry." He said as he let go of my arm. I was looking at the ground, not saying anything. I saw him get out his phone, then he sighed. "Listen, I gotta go to work. Do you want to come with or stay here?"