Disclaimer: I do NOT own LWD. Or a golden toilet. Why not? Because I'm a broke teenager.
A/N: I've been attacked by plot bunnies. I got this idea watching the History channel with my boyfriend. It was about drugs. I don't even know anymore. Please enjoy though.
Everyone in the Venturi-McDonald household knew what Derek was doing, but no one chose to stop it. How could they? Derek never listened to anybody before, why would he now? He was gone at all hours of the night, stole what he needed to get by, and didn't care about anybody but himself. When he wasn't high on some drug he was the perfect brother and son. But those days were rare.
Finally when Derek came home at 3:26am exactly one night, Casey was watching the clock, she set in on him. She was so tired of him and his addiction. Nobody ever spoke of it. It wad the big fat pink elephant in the room, and she was about to confront it. It scared the shit out of her, but she was ready to face her fears. This had to stop.
"What the hell is your problem?" she asked, startling him. He hadn't seen her since she was sitting in the dark, in his favorite chair.
"What do you mean?" Derek tried to act innocent. He didn't like to face the fact of his addiction. He denied it, telling himself he could stop whenever he wanted. He was young and just wanted to have some fun. That was his excuse.
"You know damn good and well what I mean!" she yelled at him, not caring who she woke up. Casey sure was using her potty mouth, Derek remembered the first time he heard her curse, it had made him laugh. But there was nothing funny about this. She was the maddest he had ever seen her, and it was kind of scary, even in his state of mind.
"I don't want to talk about it, it's not a big deal," he told her. That didn't help the situation.
"Bull shit!" she really just wanted to sock him right in the face, but resisted. "This is a huge deal! Do you not see what you've done to the family? What you've done to yourself? You've pushed everyone away, you're runing your body! You could be one of the best hockey players the world has ever seen, but you're throwing it away on something that will kill you in a few years!" Tears were pouring down her face.
She hated seeing him do this to himself. She just wanted the old Derek back, the one who pulled pranks and got on her nerves. The Derek that actually gave a damn about what was going on. She didn't like the Derek that only cared about one thing; Meth. It tore her apart inside, and he couldn't see it.
"Whatever Casey, I can stop anytime. I'm not addicted or anything," he was standing there, waiting for her response. He could see that her face was beat red and she was about to cry. Normally he wouldn't like it, but in his state of mind he didn't care.
"Really? Then why are you stealing and I barely ever see you sober? Face it Derek, you're addicted, and it has to stop," she told him.
"Or what?" he wasn't going to listen to her. She was being crazy as always.
"Or Mom and Dad are going to kick you out and I'll turn you in for all the money you stole from me," she threatned.
A/N: I know, ANOTHER story? Plot bunnies man, they get to me. But I hope you like this. Let me know what you think. I'll try to update soon!
~Domi~