Disclaimer: I do not own Life With Derek or the characters, nor am I receiving any financial benefit from this.
Casey didn't know why she kept doing this to herself.
She knew it was bad for her, oh yes, but that wasn't the thought behind her actions. It was the strange pull she felt towards him, the way her body and mind ached after not seeing him. She would go through so much just to have five minutes of him, to feel him thrust inside her, to feel her heartstrings being yanked purely just by being near him.
The young girl lay in her bed and felt like she was being pulled apart, limb by limb. There was very little positive to her situation, and it wasn't like she could tell anyone. Not even Emily, for Casey would surely get called a hypocrite, as she lectured her friend on this exact same matter. However, Casey knew Emily's case was far different from hers. Emily didn't love Derek the way Casey loved him. To Em, Derek was just a painful crush to get over, a stepping stone in her pathway of relationships.
Casey had to wrap her arms around her chest just to keep herself from breaking apart. For Derek was her drug, her addiction. She needed him, like an alcoholic needs liquor or a junkie needs heroin. Every time she tried to pull herself away, she failed. All he had to do was smirk at her in the hallway of her house, or graze her hand as she walked by, and she was hooked.
And Derek didn't care in the slightest.
Casey knew who he really was, knew his intentions. Every girl he ever pursued, regretted it. Not the sex, oh no, but the way he made them feel, as if they actually meant something to him. They all got attached, calling him and attempting to form some sort of relationship. Sooner or later they realized he wasn't interested, and they got over it.
Casey didn't.
She couldn't stop. She wouldn't dare stop. Because staying away from him meant one thing: pain. It was already painful enough, but she knew what would happen if Derek was to go away. It hurt just considering it.
She glanced at the numbers on her digital clock, enhanced by the bright green color they shone in. Green, the colour of jealousy. Casey was jealous of anything or anyone that caught Derek's attention for more than just the physical relationship, more than just being a bootycall.
The numbers shone brightly. 12:59 AM. Just one more agonizing minute, and he would be at her bedroom door, requesting entrance. He was never late, but not for the reasons Casey wanted. Derek was never one to pass up a girl when he wanted some. And Casey would let him in, of course she would.
The digits flicked forward, and Casey heard the familiar quiet footsteps down the hallway, as to not wake her mom and George. The three kids slept soundlessly every night, especially Lizzie and Edwin. She was never concerned about them waking.
Her door creaked forwards, and the silkiest, sexiest voice Casey had ever heard, called out "Casey? Still awake?"
And it took no time at all to reply, "Yeah, I am."
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