She lay there not wanting to open her eyes not wanting to ever get up, wondering if she were to just stay there and never get up, anyone would notice or care.

She could feel him looming over her waiting for to get back up but she still just lay there.

After a few moments she stood up knowing that if she hadn't he would do exactly what he had done just moments before that sent her down relishing the sweet release of the cold floor. She didn't look him in the eyes, she couldn't, if she had she was scared that she would break down and that she can't do in front of him not now not ever. It's a weakness to him and weakness isn't tolerated.

After a few moments of her staring at the floor Derek placed a finger under her chin and lifted it so her eyes met his before he spoke soft and slow.

"You know I love you right?" He said in a hushed tone, his way of apologizing for what he did.

He let his hand fall back to his side before she said anything.

"I love you to Derek" she whispered just loud enough for him to hear as he climbed the stairs.

The sad part was no matter how many times he hit her or screamed at her she meant it. It wasn't a lie so he would leave her alone. She meant it every single time. She hated her self for it but it didn't change the facts.

Derek Venturi always gets what he wants and when he wanted Casey, ohh had he got her all right. He got her but he got her to the point when she thought no one else would want her. Who would want a broken toy?

He broke her. But she felt that with every kiss and loving touch she would be healed. Like an egg you drop it and it shatters. Just the slightest harsh touch the egg was completely broken and so was she. The only thing about eggs is that the softer the drop the more damage it caused. If you throw and egg hard enough and just the right way it wouldn't even crack. The more he hurt her the more whole she felt. She didn't feel broken anymore.

Months ago she would have been so scared and hurt she would break down the moment he was out of sight but now... she just walk away and continued what she was about to do. It scared her more that she wanted it. She longed for it.

Emily stopped asking about the strange marks she'd see every now and then because Casey never said, just brushed it off with an occasional 'nothing'. No one else seemed to notice. Half of her hated it but the other half, the louder half, was happy no one asked questions.

Months ago Casey would have thought that if this had ever happened to her she wouldn't ever hesitate to tell some one but now she can't tell a soul.

"Mom I promise if anything like that ever happens I will come to you straight away ok?"

"I'm just worried. Your 13 now you may want to start dating in the next couple of years and I want you to know that I'm here for you and if anything happens you have to tell me"

"Don't worry mom I'll make sure you know everything"

Man does Casey wish it was that simple again. Just being able to think it wouldn't happen, to think that she could tell her mom. But to be honest a small part of her didn't want to tell, didn't want it to stop. She grew accustomed to it and began to actually like it.