Author's Note: New story. I was suppose to start on one of my newer ideas, but I just couldn't give up this one for that one. So here's Four Years:
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Title: Four Years
Rating: T
Author: mylifeismine
Summary: Derek's head repeated two words. Four years. He missed his son's first four years of life. And he vowed that he wouldn't miss anymore. Dasey.
Genre: Romance/Drama
Length: Story
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Chapter One- Vow"You've missed the first four years of his life," Casey said, clearly annoyed.
"I'm sorry, Casey."
"Yeah right," Casey snorted, "You just didn't have the time to ask what happened to your step-sister."
"Yeah."
Casey rolled her eyes, and moved to close the door.
Derek stopped the door from closing.
"Look, Casey. I'm sorry, I didn't know. But please. Can I see him?" Derek pleaded.
"No. You missed four years of his life, you can live missing another day. Much less another year," Casey snapped.
"Please," Derek said desperately.
"No. Now go find your girlfriend," she spat, before closing the door, and locking it.
Derek slowly dragged his feet to his car, and got in.
Derek curled his fingers on the steering wheel tightly, and put his forehead against the wheel.
Ten minutes rolled by, and Derek finally drove off Casey's driveway.
He reached his house another ten minutes later.
As he unlocked the front door, his girlfriend, Cynthis bounced towards him, "Hey baby!"
Derek silently reminded himself why he was dating Cynthia.
Thin and easy.
Derek tossed his keys on to the rack, "Not tonight, Cynthia."
Cynthia frowned, "What's wrong, Der-y?" she said, circling her arms around his neck.
Derek pried Cynthia's arms off him.
"But baby..." Cynthia whined.
"Shut up," Derek said sharply, as he stalked into the kitchen, and grabbed serveral bottle of beer, then seated himself on a high stool, putting the bottles on the island in front of him.
Cynthia huffed, and reluctantly went to watch television.
Derek popped the lid off one bottle, and drained half of the bottle in one breath.
Four years.
He had missed the first four years of his son's life.
Derek finished the rest of the beer in that bottle, and reached for another one.
Four eff-in damn years.
And he vowed that he wouldn't miss anymore.