To Protect You

Disclaimer: I don't own Life with Derek.

Chapter 1: Once I was happy

Derek looked into Casey's bedroom. Casey was standing, primping in the mirror. She was wearing a short denim skirt and a dark blue spaghetti-strap tank top. Her hair was pulled up which just barely brushed her shoulders.

"Going out with Sam tonight?" He asked.

"Yeah, he's taking me out to dinner," she replied, cheerfully.

"I can't believe that you stole my best friend. Now what am I supposed to do on Friday nights?"

"Oh please, it's not like you don't have millions of dates pouring in nonstop."

"Yeah, you're right."

"So, any big plans tonight?"

"I thought I might call Emily up and see what she's doing." He smirked.

"Ha ha, very funny. So no date tonight?"

"Yes, I thought I'd give all the girls a little break from Derek tonight."

"You're so full of yourself."

"You're such a grade grubber."

At that moment, the doorbell rang.

"Oh, that must be Sam," Casey said, rushing out of her room. She ran down the stairs with Derek on her heels.

"Oh, Derek," George called, "thanks for babysitting tonight."

"Yeah, no problem, Dad," Derek replied.

There was a door closing somewhere in the house. Casey turned to Derek. "Oh, so I get it. You're babysitting and the girl is coming here. Nice."

Derek opened the door to reveal a girl. "Oh hey, there, come on in." He waved her into the house and shut the door behind her.

"I swear, I'm going to laugh one of these days when you get caught."

"Too bad that will never happen."

"I'm sure it will.

And then again, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it," Casey said. She ran over to the door and opened it. "Hey, Sam."

"Hey, Casey," Sam replied. "You ready?"

"Yeah." She turned to Derek. "Don't wait up." She turned back to Sam. "Let's go." She closed the door behind her.

About 11 that night, Casey came in as quietly as she could. One strap of her tank top was broken. Her hair was down and in tangles. Her skirt was on backwards and ripped at the bottom.

Derek was still awake. He was sitting on the couch playing Babe Raider when she came in. "Whoa, Case, you look awful, what happened?" He said.

"Nothing," she replied, obviously upset.

"There has to be something."

"I said there is nothing wrong!" She ran the best she could into her room.

Derek ran after her and burst into her room without knocking. "Okay, Casey, what happened to you? Did you get mugged? Did Sam break up with you or something? What is going on?"

"I don't want to talk about it!" She screamed. She flipped over and buried her face into her pillow.

He sat down on her bed, next to her. His tone lightened up. "Case, tell me what is wrong. Did something happen with Sam?"

She turned over and looked at him. She sat up and gave him a hug, burying her face into his chest. "You wouldn't believe me."

"Casey, tell me."

She looked up at him with sad eyes. "S-Sam r- raped me…" She stuttered.

AN: Okay, so I know that Sam would never really do that to Casey but that's why this is fiction. Anyways, please R&R!