One Way Home // Steve Kemp

Seventeen

Camille's POV

It was the next day and that means starting work life again. My shift didn't start till four o'clock, so I still has hours to spare.

"I'm going to make lunch for Andy. Want me to make you anything?" Asked Steve as he came into the kitchen.

I was sitting by the counter scrolling through my phone. "Uh, no I'll just make a sandwich or something."

I still didn't agree with Steve's life choices. They were far from normal and very disturbing. But he's made it very clear that he wouldn't change and that I'd have to deal with it. I just try to block Steve's job from my mind.

"You sure? I can make your sandwich for you?"

"I got it Steve," I sighed. I got up from my seat and grabbed the bread for my sandwich.

"What's with the attitude?" He grabbed my arm to stop me from moving away from him. "Did I do something wrong?"

I looked up at him. "No, you didn't do anything.. it's just you know I still have a hard time with Andy and everything."

He sighed and rubbed his chin. "I can't change it, you know that. I would if I could for you. I'm to far in it now though."

"It still doesn't make it right." This was an endless battle that I knew no matter what, I would lose.

"I don't know what to tell you besides that I will never let you see the kind of stuff I do. I don't need your beautiful eyes to go through that."

I ignored Steve and went to the fridge to grab the rest of the ingredients for my sandwich. "Okay?" Steve called out.

"Okay Steve," I bluntly said. I had no energy to fight over this when I knew it wasn't going to get us anywhere.

I do love Steve and I can't see my life without him, but I don't love his choices. It's either I get used to them or I leave. And I'd rather not do the second option.

I sat back down in my original spot and ate my sandwich. While I was eating I watched as Steve made food for Andy. This just has to be the new normal now for things to work. Don't over think it.

Steve walked over to me with the food in his hand and kissed me on the cheek. "I'll be right back."

As he left, I got an idea. A horrible idea, but my curiosity got the better of me.

I abandoned my food and followed Steve into the hallway of cells. I looked around the corner and saw him fumble with the key before pushing it in, unlocking Andy's door.

"I brought you food. You better eat, you barely ate dinner," said Steve walking into the room.

I tiptoed down the hall and peaked my head through the door. Just enough where no one would see me unless they looked hard enough.

"I don't want it," said Andy shaking her head. This was my first time ever seeing her and it surprised me. She looks more broken then I imagined. Whenever I did imagine her, I always thought of her to be more badass, and maybe she was at one point. But now it's just a frail girl.

My eyes trailed down her body and widened at her legs. Or leg. She had no left leg. This is really what Steve does to people?

"You have to eat it or you'll die."

"I'm going to die either way, and I'd rather die faster," she laughed.

"Don't make me force feed this to you," Steve said sternly pushing the food over to her. "Eat."

She gulped and shakily took the food. Bringing it up to her mouth very slowly. It hurt watching her like this knowing that, that could've been me.

As she was taking a bit, her eyes started to wander deliberately avoiding Steve. Her eyes wandered the entire room before landing on the door. Our eyes widened at the same time.