How To Tell A Brick Wall To Stand Still Part 1

by zwhitewolfelricz

A Fight For My Family Revised. They were two that needed to change. Both were stubborn, both were necessary, both were afraid. Derek has to learn to take the consequences for his mistakes. Casey has to learn it isn't always about her.

1. Chapter 1

LIFE WITH DEREK FAN FICTION

TITLE: HOW TO TELL A BRICK WALL TO STAND STILL (Part 1)

AUTHOR: (zwhitewolfelricz) a.k.a. Melissa/Vianette

DISCLAIMER: I do not own LIFE WITH DEREK though I do wish I did.

A/N: My dearest readers, I love you all so much. I thank you so much for all of your support. I decided to post the first part of the story seeing as how it turned out to be much longer than I thought it would. I would like to dedicate this to my dearest brother Josh. Who, although he acts like Derek some of the time, can be a real sweet brother. I would like to thank you all for being patient with me so far and a special thanks to all of you who emailed me. You guys can still do so and I'll be sure to tell you how the second part of the story is coming along. Love you all.

ZWHITEWOLFELRICZ a.k.a. MELISSA (Azumangaadaioh at yahoo dot com)

Prologue:

There is a piece of us we choose to deny. A part of us, we wish did not exist, yet it haunts us day and night. So we choose to hide it, but do you not see? Hiding it from your eyes, deep within your soul, makes it that much harder to change.

They were two that needed to change. Both were stubborn, both were necessary, both were afraid.

Chapter 1: In the Beginning

She had been living here for months now, but she still managed to annoy the heck out of me 24/7.

I was sitting in my chair watching hockey when the front door opened and she stumbled in dropping her library books before clinging onto the coat rack for balance. I couldn't help but laugh, "Klutzilla strikes again!!!"

I heard her scoff as she picked up her books and walked over me. I didn't need to be looking at her to feel her glare trying to burn a hole through the side of my head.

"It won't work Case," I said bluntly, flipping the channels. 'I wouldn't change for her.'

She sighed, rolled her eyes, and stormed up the stairs. Her door slammed and her music blasted Alanis Morissette. "Casey!!! Turn it down." It kept ringing through my ears.

I got up off my chair and ran up the stairs taking two at a time. Running across the hall I heard her lock it. "Casey!!!" I pounded on her door and the door opened enough for me to peek inside.

"What do you want Derek?"

"Turn off the music Casey!"

"NO! You do not have any right to boss me around."

'I can't do anything drastic … dad and Nora will get upset.'

"Just turn off the music Casey."

"Fine, but only if you apologize."

'Apologize?'

I only replied with a grunt of annoyance and walked away. Casey opened the door fully and walked into the hallway.

"Hey! I said apologize."

"No. What the hell do I need to apologize for?"

"You're such a jerk."

"That's not the answer to my question."

"UGH!"

I turned my back on Casey and walked down the stairs, only to have a shoe thrown in my general direction and break an ugly vase Nora had bought a week ago.

Casey screamed in shock and then came running over to clean up her mistake and then she began screaming at me. I ignored her and her antics and went into the kitchen for some food.

She came in a few minutes later, carrying the shards of glass in a plastic bag. Casey headed outside to throw them into the trash bin, all the while still screaming at me.

I found a slice of pizza in the refrigerator and stuck it in the microwave oven setting it to 3 minutes. I sat and waited hearing her voice drag on like an energizer bunny. "No wonder your mother never calls for you. I would never want to speak to a brat of a child like you."

I had had enough! 'First she interrupts my hockey game with her stupid music, and then she tries to make me apologize for no reason. Now she's telling me that I am not worthy of my mother's recognition. The woman that…!' She stopped as I turned to face her.

My eyes were wide, my fists clenched, and my jaw was set. It must have scared her because she stopped, her eyes were fearful and she began to bite on her lower lip nervously. "Will you just shut up Casey? You don't know anything about my family!!! You think just because you've lived here for eight months it means you know us. You aren't even a part of my family! So stop thinking that I care about you and what you say."

The words I said were hurtful but she had had no right to say what she did. I turned and walked to the microwave oven and pulled out the warm pizza. I could hear her crying as she passed by me and walked up the stairs but I didn't care to feel guilty. "It was her fault," I mumbled to myself justifying my actions. I sat down in my chair and watched the rest of the game.

When I looked at the DVD player it was getting close to seven in the afternoon.

Dad and Edwin had gone to see a movie and Nora had taken Lizzie to a friend's house while she went on business to Toronto for the day. I was stuck at home with my favorite little sister and the most obnoxious carbonated life form on the planet.

Casey hadn't come downstairs since the incident in the kitchen. Marti came home soon after and was sitting at my feet purring and playing with yarn as she lay on her back. Marti always seemed to get my mind off things and her arrival from school brightened my day.

The game ended and I began to wonder where my dad was. He was usually home by now, or called when he was going to be late.

"Smerek… I'm hungry." Marti jumped onto my lap and looked up at me with her big chocolate eyes. For a seven year old she sure ate a lot. My eyes traveled to the door. "Where's dad?"

It wasn't the first time I cried because of him. I was sure it wasn't the last time I would cry because of him either. I walked into my room and didn't bother to lock the door behind me.

It's not my fault my mother fell in love with George. So why do I have to suffer for it? I cried into my pillow collapsing on my bed, sobbing like a little girl. Then again Derek Venturi always made me feel like a little girl.

I heard the front door open and a little girl meowed as it closed behind her. I sighed into my pillow silent tears still falling. I didn't know why I said that about his mother. The story behind Abby Venturi was never revealed to us MacDonald's, but I didn't blame them. It wasn't any of my business.

"I just didn't think he really hated me," I tried to convince myself. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. They had stopped tearing. I held my stomach as it growled hungrily. I didn't want to face Derek but I was starving. I opened my door and peaked into the hallway. "Wait, why am I hiding I don't need to apologize it was his fault." I walked out and started down the stairs.

I could hear her foot falls. I was still mad at her and I didn't want to see her. Her tall figure appeared on the landing. Marti shot up. "Casey!!!"

She ran over to my step-sister. Casey smiled at the seven-year-old in her arms.

"Casey, I'm hungry."

I stood up and walked over to them.

Casey looked up at me. Her blue eyes were tired and still a little red. She had been crying. It wasn't unusual to see. She had cried a lot after Sam and she broke up. For a moment I felt guilt. I had made her upset, but she had said something stupid. She had no right to say that.

"Hasn't George come?" her voice was just above a whisper.

"I don't know. He hasn't called," I said bluntly taking Marti from Casey. 'I would not show her my weaknesses.' She jumped into my arms. 'No matter what, I knew I could count on Marti being there to believe in me no matter what others thought.'

"I'm still hungry Smerek." Her arms wrapped around my neck as she nuzzled into me.

Casey walked over to the kitchen her voice still hoarse, "I'll make you some dinner Smarti."

I sat down with Marti on my lap and tried to calm my guilt and frustration. Smarti reached over to a pad and pencil on the island. She began to doodle and I sat her down on her own stool as a got up to walk over to Casey. She still owed me an apology.

I heard Marti squeal in protest. That meant he was walking away. Where was he going?

I soon found out. His hand reached past me and got an apple from the counter. I was heating up some spaghetti for Marti and making some chicken dévohé for Derek and me.

"You still owe me an apology," Derek spoke slightly amused with a mouthful of apple. 'How could he? Did he really hate me that much that my pain was amusing to him? It was however expected of arrogant, stuck up, evil, cruel, inconsiderate Derek.'

I shrugged.

Derek smirked.

He could see through my act. He knew it hurt me and that I felt guilty, but he didn't care. Content he walked over to Marti and began to play with her.

Derek did not speak to me during dinner and I kind of preferred it that way. Marti was in her own world the whole time so it was fairly quite except for the clinking of silver ware. Derek hardly looked over in my direction, and we never made eye contact.

When Derek went to put Marti to bed I stayed behind to clean the kitchen. He entered an hour later just as I was finishing up the dishes. He glared at me as he put on his famous leather jacket.

"Look Casey you know that you owe me big. I'm going out tonight. It doesn't seem like dad's coming home tonight. He must have gone out with Edwin for the weekend and is planning on calling us tomorrow."

I sighed. I couldn't do anything. It was his life, but I felt like if I didn't say anything to him about it, it would be my fault if something happened.

"Derek, don't do anything to drastic you know your father really wants you to do better."

Derek gave me his smirk, "You don't need to worry about me. Dad blames me anyways," he said zipping up the jacket, he stopped for a moment his eyes looked as though he realize he had exposed a little bit of himself to me.

I looked up at him, I opened my mouth to speak but the door shut in my face. Derek was gone.

The door shut behind me. It was quiet outside, save for the wind brushing lightly on the trees. It was cold and the air smelled like it had just been raining. The green grass surrounding my feet was moist and cut short by the lawn mower this morning.

Dad hadn't come home and I was as mad as I could be at Casey. Marti had fallen asleep fast enough after I tucked her in, but I lingered, watching my little sister. She looked so little like mom. I thought about her for only a moment but I pushed the memory of the woman that was my mother aside. When I left Casey in the kitchen I heard her whispering something.

"She thinks she knows this family. It hasn't even been that long and she thinks she knows about my relationship with them….I can't believe I told her about pa."

'I know dad and I don't get along, because I always seem to fail him. We had gotten into an argument this morning about the hockey scholarship that I was planning on riding but he reminded me that I needed to keep my grades up.'

I was too stubborn to admit it, but I knew he was right, but, "He has no faith in me," I mumbled to myself. I kicked a rock with my foot suddenly realizing I had left the backyard and was now wandering the streets.

The streetlights were dim sending rays of light below them revealing the gray sidewalks. A car drove past me sending a breeze in my direction. I shivered through my leather jacket.

The sky slowly darkened. It seemed as though it would rain. The clouds threateningly drifted into the once clear sky.

I had walked to the mall 5 miles from home. It was closed, seeing as it was so late, but the lights were still on outside and I had sat there lingering on thoughts of hockey and my mom for a while.

When I noticed the weather I stood up, "I had better head back home," I mumbled to myself. I flipped the collar of my jacket up and pulled it closer to my body. The walk home was going to be too long and I was sure I would not get there before it rained.

Conveniently enough a bus had stopped not a few yards away at the bus stop that lead to my house. I climbed in, dropped a few coins into the slot, and sat watching the small raindrops grow steadily as they hit rhythmically on the bus window. A memory of her glided by me and I allowed it to pass not wanting to fight it off.

"Derek … where are you hiding?" The voice rang through my ears and I pushed the coats and dresses around me tighter. I did not want her to find me.

"Der—ek…" she was getting closer. I started to shake in anticipation. The closet door opened and she jumped in front of me. I squealed with laughter and rolled with laughter rolled over onto the floor at the sight of her loony face.

"I've got you now," she took me into her arms and tickled my small stomach lifting my shirt and blowing raspberries on it. Tears built up in the corner of my eyes as I tried to catch my breath.

"Sto-sto—stop it!" I cried between laughs. I flew through the air and landed on the couch. Rubbing my eyes and wiping my wet cheeks I smiled as I lay watching her cavort into the kitchen at the sound of the oven timer.

I rolled off the couch and stood just a few centimeters taller than the armrest on the couch. I ran after her following the lingering scent of vanilla and chocolate chip cookies sitting high above me on the island. They were too high for me to reach so I looked around desperately trying to find a way to get up.

Mom just smiled at me as I pulled the small stool over to the island in the middle of the room and climbed. My little hands gripped the steps as I climbed clumsily onto the table top.

"Cookies!" I cried gleefully with two cookies already stuffed in my mouth. I smiled at her closing my eyes giving her a front-toothless grin with chocolate chunks stuck to my teeth. She rolled her eyes and took a cookie herself as she sat by me.

"Derek," her voice was clam and worried. I swallowed the last bit of my cookie.

"There something the matter mum?"

My mom put her cookie down and looked into my eyes, "No Derek nothing's the matter. Actually Derek I wanted to ask you a question."

I looked at her relaxing a bit and took another cookie into my mouth, "Sure mum."

She smiled and shifted in her seat a bit, "You know how Sam has sisters?"

I shrugged, "Yeah mum." I didn't understand what she was getting at.

"Well how would you like it if you got a little brother or sister?"

I looked at my mom and shrugged, "I don't think I would want one. We already have Edwin and all he does is cry."

My mom shifted again uneasily, "Don't you think it would be nice to have a little sister though?"

I didn't really want one but if she was better than Edwin I'd like her so a said I'd be okay with it. My mom sighed happily and put her hand on her stomach. "Well, were going to have a new baby and it's going to be a girl."

The bus stopped in front of my house. I stepped out and walked out to my front door. I reached for my keys but the door opened.

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