RUBBY'S POV
"How the f**k do you know my name?" I asked, I was already growing impatient.
"I watch news Rubby," he answered casually.
"Oh," I replied, embarrassed that I had been curious earlier.
"Eat, your bath will be ready in minutes", he said, pointing to the untouched tray.
"Yeah," I murmured and took a bite; slowly, I ate till I was filled and ready to bathe.
Then I remembered my phone; I needed it at least to let my parents know I was fine and safe.
"Looking for something?"
I spun around to see the stranger standing at the doorway, a small smile playing on his lips.
"My phone," I blurted. "Where is it?"
He leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed. "You didn’t have one when I found you."
He shrugged. "Maybe you lost it in the rain, or someone picked it up. Eith
