One Way Home // Steve Kemp

Twenty

Camille's POV

While I was deep in sleep, a bang woke me up from my nap. I quickly sprung up wondering where the hell that noise came from.

I got out of bed and left the room. Steve said he had something to do, but I don't know if he meant outside the house or inside. If it was outside, then I was in trouble.

I tiptoed to the kitchen and sighed in relief. It was just Steve.

"Did you do what you needed to do?" I spoke. Steve jumped at my words and hastily turned around to face me.

"Jesus you scared me," he said putting his hand to my heart.

I walked up to Steve, "What'd you have to do?"

"Just work," he shrugged.

"Work?"

"Orders and stuff." All I did was nod at his weird behavior.

"What's the plan for tonight then?" I asked. "I mean it's only two o'clock."

"I say we just stay in for the night and relax. Have a night to ourselves." Steve came closer to me and wrapped his arm around my waist.

"Well then what do you feel like doing?" Steve tilted my head up.

"We could watch a movie."

"At two in the afternoon?" I chuckled.

"Hey.. you can watch a movie whenever!"

"I guess you're right," I smiled. "C'mon, let's pick a movie out."

I grabbed Steve's hand and led his into the living room. I made him sit on the couch and told him to find us something to watch, while I went and got blankets.

"You found anything yet?" I asked returning to the room with the blankets in my hand. I sat down next to him and gave him one of the two.

"What? We can't share a blanket?" He laughed.

"That blanket is not big enough for the both of us and you know it."

I got comfy on the couch cuddled up to Steve. "So what are we watching?"

"Well I found this horror movie to watch about this girl that goes to babysit for a family out in the woods."

I cringed at his choice, "That sounds like a stereotypical horror movie."

Steve put his arm around me and squeezed me. "You never know, it could be good! Besides, I'm not going to try and find another movie to watch."

As we watched the movie, we came to the conclusion that I was right. The movie was very stereotypical, and very badly written. Throughout the entire movie, Steve and I critiqued and laughed at most scenes.

"Why wouldn't she just run! Like he's obviously going to come after you! Why the hell would you just wait there!" I yelled frustrated at the girl on the screen.

"Jesus Cam!" Laughed Steve. "Calm down she can't hear you."

"Am I wrong though?"

"No, that girl is very stupid. It's definitely not how it would actually happen in real life."

Another part of the movie, the main girl went back inside the killer infested house to save the children she originally came to babysit.

"I know for a fact if someone was after me, I would not go back to save some kids I barely knew," said Steve.

"If they were my kids I would, but not some kids that were very rude to me," I agreed.

The longer the movie went on, the more frustrated the both of us got. This girl had no common sense whatsoever, and it wasn't a surprise to us, when at the end, she ended up dying.

"I'm never letting you pick out another movie again," I stated lifting my head from Steve's chest so that I could look at him.

"I'm not usually that bad! That was just a really horrible choice on my part," chuckled Steve.

Steve averted his gaze to the clock below the tv. It was four o'clock. "I've got to make food for the girls- girl I mean."

He lifted me up and set me back down on the couch so that he could get up. I brushed off his mistake of words, it happens.

"Do you need any help?" I asked.

"No no, I got it. I shouldn't be long."

And with that, he left me in the living room by myself. Not know what to do, I grabbed my phone to see if I had any messages from Cara. Usually after I haven't texted her in awhile, she'll text me just asking how I was doing.

Turning on my phone, I have zero messages from her. She could've just been busy, so I decided to text her myself.

Heyy
What are you doing?
I'm very bored and I want someone to
talk to.

I pressed send and waited for a response to occur. I gave it a good ten minutes before I started to worry. I could just be over thinking things, but Cara was always on her phone. Even if she was doing something very important, if someone in her life texted her, she would always respond back.

It was still to soon though to come to any sort of conclusion, so I shut my phone off and accompanied Steve in the kitchen.

"Whatcha making for Andy?" I asked sitting on a stool.

"Soup, it's easy to make," he responded. I nodded my head even though he couldn't see me since his back was facing me. "I'm almost done."

I watched Steve finish up the soup. He was very mesmerizing in the kitchen. He did everything with ease.

"I'll be right back," said Steve with a tray of food. As he left, it didn't go unnoticed that he had two bowls inside of one. I eyed his back as he walked away.

What did he do?

I turned my phone back on, and still, zero messages from Cara. It's been a good twenty minutes now which was very peculiar. As I lifted my eyes away from my phone and on the counter in from of me, I froze.

My hands inched forward to grab the pink bracelet that was set on top of the counter. It definitely was not mine, and it looked freakishly like Cara's bracelet. The one Liam gave her.

I wished that I had Liam's number right now so I could ask if he's heard from Cara at all. I was starting to get worried.

Steve wouldn't do anything to her right?

As much as I wanted to believe that, I put the pieces together. Steve accidentally saying girls, Cara not answer her phone, Steve bringing two bowls of soup to the rooms, and now this. The pink bracelet.

"Okay I'm done! What do you want for din-?" Steve entered the kitchen and paused. His gaze on my hand.

"What the hell did you do Steve?"

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Oops, I guess Steve isn't that good at hiding things after all.