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"And I win…again." Edwin sighed and threw down his controller.
"Come on, Derek! One more game!"
"Edwin." Derek said, firmly as if he was his son. "I don't really think that you would be stupid enough to challenge me to another game of Babe Raider when you've lost…let's see…" He looked up at the ceiling and counted on his fingers. "About 12 times."
Edwin finally accepted defeat. "Fine." He moaned, letting his body slump and fall onto the couch.
"Good boy." Derek said, standing up and walking towards the kitchen to find something to eat as a late night snack. He glanced at the clock; 11:41. Not bad. He thought to himself as he stared into the fridge at the leftovers that had been gathering, just waiting for Derek to eat them.
He hated when his family did this. If Derek liked the dinner that they served, then they would put everything he ate into separate containers and place them into the fridge hoping that he would eat them instead of throwing away perfectly good food. He groaned and pulled out some leftover pasta from Wednesday night. He placed it in the microwave for about thirty seconds, and then sat down at the counter and shoveled the huge platter into his mouth.
George Venturi walked into the kitchen from his bedroom in the basement and Derek watched him walk into the living room where Edwin sat watching wrestling and look around. Then he watched him walk upstairs. Derek shrugged and turned back to his food. A couple of forkfuls of the pasta, and George came walking down the stairs again, yet this time, he was angry.
"Derek!"
"What? I'm eating." He mumbled, barely audible because of the huge amount of pasta in his mouth.
"Where's Casey?'
"How should I know? I'm not her bodyguard…thank god." He said, rolling his eyes and putting another forkful of pasta in his mouth.
"When was the last time you saw her?"
"What are you, the police?"
"Derek!!" He could tell his Dad was getting very annoyed at him, so he decided to keep his mouth shut and actually answer his Dad's questions. "When did you last see her?" He said through gritted teeth.
"Uh…gave her a ride home from school. She called me an ass hole because I walked in and slammed the door in her face, and then we both went to our rooms. I listened to music, talked to Sammy on the phone then came downstairs and ate, and then played too many games of Babe Raider to count with Edwin."
"Derek…" He was getting annoyed, and closed his eyes. "When was the last time you saw her?"
"Oh yeah! You told me that I had to clean the dishes…I got annoyed, and I saw her walk out the back door. That's the last I heard of her."
"Did you saw anything to her?"
"Yeah. I asked her where she was going, and she didn't answer, she just ran out of the house."
George let out an annoyed groan.
"What?" Derek asked, finishing off the rest of his pasta and placing it in the sink. "I answered all your questions. What more do you want?"
"You don't even care that your step-sister's missing?"
"She's gonna come back!"
"How do you know that?"
"Dad, I just do. Now calm down. Casey's responsible like that."
"How do you know that?" He repeated.
"Uh, cause I've been around her for practically 3 years Dad, I know her. She'll come back. Now can you go before I start to feel guilty?" Derek asked, rolling his eyes as his Dad retired to his bedroom.
Derek started up the stairs towards his own bedroom and thought about what his Dad said. He sat down onto his computer chair and rested one elbow onto the arm of his chair. He stared at his wall, just staring and contemplating.
"Yeah, Casey." He said to nothing. "Where did you go?"