One Way Home // Steve Kemp

Twenty One

Camille's POV

"What the hell did you do Steve?"

He stared at me in shock, unsure of the right words to use. "Where'd you get that?" He asked referring to the bracelet.

"It was laying on the counter, it wasn't very hidden."

"Darling, I can explain." Steve took a step closer to me, I took a step back.

"Don't Darling me! Tell me right now Steve, did you hurt Cara!"

He didn't utter a word. That was all I needed to know the truth. "Bring me to her."

"No."

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed. "Stop with these short answer! Tell me the truth, everything."

"I don't want to upset you."

I frowned at Steve, "Upset me? You just kidnapped my best friend. May I ask why?"

"She knew to much, I had to do it for my sake and yours."

I didn't realize it, but Steve slowly crept up to me. He was no only inches away.

"So what? You're just going to kill her now?"

"You know how it goes Cara. There's nothing I can do now." He looked at me sympathetically.

"No there was something you could've done! You could've not kidnapped her in the first place!" I jammed my finger into his chest. "I could've talked to her, made sure she would tell anyone. You just made this worse for yourself!"

"Please Cam.. I'm truly sorry. What can I do to make this better."

Steve looked absolutely hurt, his look was real. I could tell that for sure, but he still betrayed me. I love him, I was willing to except him, but he crossed the line.

"Stay the hell away from me." I glared at him as I walked away. Never did I think he could ever go as low as this.

I knew I needed to stay in this house if I ever wanted to see Cara ever again. So I grabbed a few things of mine from the master bedroom, and took off to the guest room.

As I sat down on my new bed, everything came to me. Steve could potentially cut limbs off of Cara if I didn't get to her in time. The only question is how am I going to pull something like this off?

All night, I thought of what to do. I'd have to do it at night, that's for sure. Just so that Steve wouldn't see me. And I'd somehow need to get my hands on the key to the cell.

"Cam?" Called Steve outside the bedroom door. I didn't answer. "I just want you to know that I'm going to bed now, and I hope we can talk in the morning. I love you."

I never answer, and after a couple seconds later, once Steve knew I wasn't going to answer, he left. I sighed in relief. If I just wait thirty minutes, he should be asleep by then.

So I waited, and waited, and waited. I only did wait thirty minutes, but it was by far the longest thirty minutes of my entire life.

Once the clock hit eleven, I tiptoed out of the room trying to be as quiet as possible. Once I turned the corner to the hallway of cells, I shuddered thinking about where Cara was kept.

I tiptoed to her door, the same one I used to own. "Cara?" I whispered.

"Cam!" Yelled Cara inside making me shush her.

"Be quiet! Steve doesn't know I'm here right now and I want to keep it that way." I examined the lock wondering how I was going to unlock it.

"I knew that boyfriend of yours was psycho, but I wasn't expecting this," she said. "Did you start off this way?"

"Uh.. yes," I said in embarrassment. I was assumed for some reason to admit it out loud. "But then I fell in love with him. I don't know how to explain it but I did."

"So you're okay with what he does to other woman?" She scoffed.

"Cara please stop raising your voice. To answer your question though, no of course not. I just choose to block it out, and never in a million years did I think he would choose you."

Cara stayed quiet for a moment. "So can you get me out of here?"

I fumbled with the lock, it looked like a very simple lock. "Hold on, I may have something. I'll be right back."

I ran back to my room trying to stay quiet. I grabbed one of my bags that was filled with hair products and grabbed a bobby-pin. I'd this worked, I would laugh.

I ran back the cell and took the bobby-pin to the key. "What'd you grab?"

"A bobby-pin."

"Oh my god you are so stupid. Do you really think that's going to work."

Ironically, the lock clicked and came off of the door. If Steve wants to continue his business, he should really invest in some better products.

I opened the door and revealed Cara who was still shackled to the ground. "Shit I didn't think about those," I muttered.

"I've never been more happy to see you," Cara sighed in relief.

I grabbed the handcuffs around her wrist and groaned. "The key hole is bigger, this thing won't work." I threw the bobby-pin on the ground.

"Use a knife, that worked for me one time."

"When did you have to unlock a lock without a key?" I question.

"Remember that crazy ex-boyfriend I had that stole my laptop, yeah him."

"Okay okay, we can't get sidetracked," I laughed. "I'm going to go grab a knife."

I ran back out of the room, and into the kitchen, grabbing a knife. Then I ran back inside the room. "Got one."

I held the knife to the handcuffs and twisted it inside the key whole. "It's not working!" I groaned in frustration.

"Don't give up."

I sighed and continued to mess with it. I'm glad Cara said that, because after a bit, the handcuffs unlocked.

Cara immediately removed herself from them and rubbed her wrists. "I'm never going to ask to be handcuffed in bed ever again."

"Cara!" I yelled smacking her shoulder. I covered my mouth realizing how loud I was. "I can't believe you said that." I whispered that time.

"Give me that," she laughed grabbing the knife out of my hands.

"Cara, don't stab him please."

"Oh god you really are in deep." Her eyes softened. "It's just for safety, just incase." I hesitantly nodded before standing up, bringing her with me. "Now let's get out of this place."

I knew once I got Cara that I would need to leave. I knew it was the right thing to do, yet I still felt guilty leaving Steve behind.

Cara's mood instantly switched from happiness to fear. "What's wrong?" I asked still facing her.

She pointed behind me, eyes wide.

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I just want you guys to know that Steve and Camille will end up together even though right now it seems as if they won't.

Everything will work out in the end.