Hate. They found comfort in each other's pain. Guilt. They knew it was wrong.
Love. A desire that grew everyday. These emotions surrounded them like brick walls. Once you're in, you're stuck
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Derek walked down the stairs, with his trademark smirk plastered on his face.
"You know, I hate it when you do that." Casey said.
"When I do what?" Derek pretended to be oblivious.
"When you walk around the house, pretending like you own the world."
"Why, Casey, my dear step-sister, I don't pretend like I own the world." Derek said.
"Oh, you don't" Casey said sarcastically.
"Of course not. I know that I own the world."
"DER-EK" Casey screeched.
He'd grown so used to that. Having his names screamed, in a whiny, high-pitched tone. He knew she only did it when he had gone too far. But that didn't stop him. Hearing her scream his name only made him feel better.
Casey was all he had. He never though he'd say it, but it was true. He trusted no one else as much. Lizzie and Edwin were never around. Ralph and Sam were long gone. And he knew he couldn't ask Marti for help. She had barely spoken to anyone since George and Nora started fighting.
Their fights had gotten out of hand. They rarely ever came out of their basement. Everyday was the same. They woke up and left for work before anyone else in the house had woken up yet. They came home while the kids were still at school, and went straight to the basement. Derek couldn't handle it anymore.
"Casey" Derek called.
"What now, Derek?" Casey said, obviously annoyed.
"I need your help"