A.N.: Hi! Welcome to this fanfic :) Some people might remember my story "All I need Now" which was pretty tragic but many of the reviewers liked it. So this story takes place somewhere in the middle of season 4.

Chapter 1: Goodnight Casey…

His warm breath made the pale hairs on the back of her neck stand up straight. His words made her flesh break out in goosebumps. The darkness was the ideal setting for such an awkward and uncomfortable situation.

"Casey," he said as he smirked freakishly. His index finger went up and down her spine, making her tingle in a wrong sort of way, "You know you want to."

"No, I don't. I can't do this."

"Come on," he said, "Why do you always have to be such a spoilsport? Why can't you just have fun for once without being the mature and sophisticated goody-two shoes you always are? Why can't you stop being prissy princess the whole time?"

How dare he use these nicknames? He was definitely not allowed to use them.

"Don't you even dare – "she started, but was cut midway by the forceful crash of his lips upon hers. Fine, so a kiss wouldn't be that harmful. They had after all kissed before. But why was he kissing her to shut her up? Why was he acting like this?

He pushed her down so that her sitting position had been switched into that of lying down and he pinned himself on top of her without breaking the aggressive kiss. By just kissing her, he was hurting her. There was too much force in the kiss – so much so, that it was causing her physical pain.

"Stop it," she mumbled in between short breaths.

"I don't want to," he replied. She felt her eyes watering up and her breaths were becoming shorter. She was extremely close to getting a panic attack. This was just her. She broke down under stress. And this was a very stressful situation indeed. She couldn't help it but to let her mind flash back to about two hours earlier.

-Flashback-

'He is a jerk,' he'd told her.

'What are you yapping about?' she'd asked him, 'Will you cut it out and stop butting into my business? I know you should have that role, but don't be too overprotective. I know we just had an argument and that you might feel a bit responsible or sorry about what you said, but that doesn't mean you have to invade on my privacy. What I do when I'm alone is not and will never be any of your business. When you are there with me it's fine for you to know but not when you aren't. You just have to understand.'

'Jeez Case, it's not like I actually care. And I do not feel responsible or sorry about those words I said earlier on today. You can do what the hell you want ok? I'm just saying that the guy is a jerk. I don't know why all of a sudden he's changed you. He's changed who you are inside and outside. You would do anything to keep him happy. That is not the Casey I knew about six weeks ago, when this first started. But it's none of my business. So you just go, have fun and bitch around. See how you enjoy that.'

-End of Flashback-

She should have listened. He had only been trying to help her. He had been right but she hadn't listened. She felt one of his hands release her own and breathed a sigh of relief as she wondered why it had taken him so long to come to the realization that what he was doing was wrong. He was releasing her. Horror took over her mind as she realized that she had been wrong and he was doing the complete opposite. The hand that he had removed was now on top of her chest undoing her blouse buttons. This could not be happening to her. She slapped him with her free hand but he gripped her wrist so hard he could have blown it up into smithereens. Tears of pain escaped the rims of her eyes.

"Stop it, please…" she whispered.

She felt a hard hand burning her face with the friction of the slap against her skin. She could feel the redness of the handprint vibrate with pain and heat. The other side of her face was becoming just as red with both shame and panic. How could she have gone this low as to allow such a thing to happen to her? She had let him deceive her once, but why was she doing it again? It had only been a week since she had last shed tears on him and during that week they had made up and she had forgiven him even though it still hurt her up to that very moment. She had felt awkward the moment he'd asked her to leave the living room and go up to his room because he'd wanted to show her something. She felt him lying completely on top of her, his weight heavy upon her. Her breathing was becoming harder to maintain.

"You're gasping because you want this too. Your body wants it," he told her. His tongue licked at her lips and entered her mouth uninvited. There was no response.

"You either kiss me like you mean it or you'll regret ever making up with me again," he told her.

'I'm already regretting that…' she told herself.

"I'm sorry," she told him softly as she cried and responded unwillingly to his kiss. She was afraid. She was after all beneath him and wasn't strong enough to push him off. The stench of drink still hung in between them as he let her mouth go free for some air. The tobacco-heavy air was also dense between their lips. It felt as if he was smoking into her mouth at that very moment. The situation was making her so uncomfortable. She had never felt this way before. Her blouse still remained unbuttoned the way it had been before. She tried to button it up but he gripped her wrists and pinned them up to the bed. His brown eyes gave her a warning look as if to tell her not to dare interfere with what he was doing or he'd stop playing nice (nice as in allowing her some air).

Her eyes were lowered now. The tears were stinging at the edges of her lids, tickling her eyelashes and making her mascara and eyeliner run. She felt his mouth kiss along her left ear and down her jaw line to her neck until it reached the shoulders and went back up again to capture her mouth into a kiss of sufferance. He was fumbling with her blouse now, trying to slide it off her satin skin, and at the same time trying to slide down her skirt. She thanked God so much for providing her with generous hips which made it hard for him to slide down her skirt.

She started sobbing, "Please stop it…I love you so stop it," she told him. She had felt her love for him going down the drain during those moments but she would have said anything to make him let her go.

"Ok," he said as he let his finger travel along her skin, making her tingle in the wrong sort of way.

"Good night Casey," she felt him smirk against her mouth as he kissed her for that one last time. She buttoned up her blouse and fitted it the way it was supposed to go and then she glared at him and opened his bedroom door.

"Oh…before you go out of this room," he told her as his brown eyes shot mischief and darkness in her direction, "just remember that in the end…I always get what I want."

And with a shudder, she closed the door and walked away…ever so silently with his words ringing through her confused brain, 'I always get what I want.'

I hope you liked this chapter and I hope you are all wondering who this guy actually is. Could Casey's flashback have included an argument with a certain boyfriend over some suspicions he'd been having of her time spent with one good-looking step-brother? Or was it the other way round? Mmm… I guess you'll have to read on to find out whether this guy is Derek or not. Am not telling you if this is Dasey or not until you read and find out for yourselves: P Not to be mean or anything xD I just find it a spoiler to say Not Dasey or Dasey in the summary. It's better for the readers to find out by themselves. Don't worry…by the next chapter you'll cut your curiosity short cos I'm revealing big time :) By the way it's exactly 1 am. I shall be uploading this tomorrow morning or afternoon. I really enjoyed writing this chapter but the ones following it will be much better and probably longer… I promise :)