Romanrogers With a Twist

-Chapter Seventeen-

-Steve's POV-

"Mmmm."  Kaitlyn says.  "This is so good!"  I can tell she isn't lying.

"Honest?"  I look at her with a serious face.  I'm only joking around I swear.

"Honest.  My mom said to always be honest.  Least like my dad, he apparently was a very honest man."  She says almost daydreaming. 

"You done?"  I ask her.

"Yeah, but not with my drink." She says and sips out of the straw.

"That's okay.  You can keep your drink I'm not done with mine either."  I say.  I open the door, walking over to a trash can and tossing the trash away.

"Ready to go?"  I buckle my seat belt and slam the door.

"Yeah let's go."  Kaitlyn smiles. 

I roll down the windows and place my arm down on the door.  Kaitlyn leans her hands out smiling and tries to catch the wind.

We pass by the old army camp I used to go too.  It looks run down from the last time I was there.  Everything is rubble in the middle.  And the sign is thrown in half. 

The ride is breezy and relaxing, while on our way to the destination.  The wind blows in our faces and Kaitlyn's hair blows behind her. 

I turn down the country road past the red brick church and to an old cemetery covered in several square acres of dead corpses and buried memories and loved ones.

"We're here."  I say pull into the driveway following the path to the next stop. 

Kaitlyn looks up from her position.  She looks straight at me, then her eyes switch to the window right beside me.  Her eyes widen realizing where we are.

Kaitlyn freezes. Kaitlyn starts to clench the armrest of her chair. Her small hands turn white.

I decide to open my door and grab her wheelchair. I then walk to the opposite side of the truck.

When I open the door, Kaitlyn is still zoning out, staring off. I try to pull off her hands, but they're glued to the chair.

"Kaitlyn . . . C'mon sweetie." I'm now trying to reason with her, but she still isn't moving.

"Why are we even here?" She suddenly turns to me. Her blue eyes were piercing deeply.

"I wanted to see someone." I simply reply to her. Tears dribble off her cheek.

"You knew! You did this because you knew! You knew she was my mom! I hate you so much!" Kaitlyn accuses.

When I reach over to put her into her wheelchair she shuffles away. "You're not going to stay in that truck forever you know." I say. Kaitlyn rolls her eyes.

"I can't believe you're even my dad." Kaitlyn suddenly mutters. She turns away trying to ignore me.

I'm stunned. Simply stunned by her words. But also slightly confused at the same time. "What do you mean by that." I grab her arm and she looks at me baffled.