Disclaimer: I do NOT own LWD. I know it's depressing, but we have to live with the facts.
A/N: So, random idea popped into my head. Lets see how this goes shall we?
Casey never wanted it to be like this. She wanted all or nothing. She hated being the homewrecker. But that's the only way she could get what she wanted, and she had went so long ignoring what she wanted. So many years, and so much heartbreak. She couldn't take it anymore. Seeing him with all those girls, knowing they had what she could never have. She just wanted a taste. A small taste. But things had gone too far. They were sneaking around, acting like things were normal. Things would never be normal with them.
"Hey there," Derek rolled over to see Casey wide awake staring at the TV.
"It's time for you to go, before Oliva gets worried," she said without any feeling.
She hated when he left, it just reminded her of how wrong what they was doing actally was. She hated going behind his wife's back. She was a nice girl, they were actually close friends in college. That's how her and Derek met. Now she felt horrible betraying her friend.
"Oh shit," Derek saw the time on the alarm clock. It was past two in the morning.
He jumped up and pulled on his boxers. Casey watched as he pulled on clothes, admiring his body, whishing it was all hers. She knew it never would be, but she couldn't help but fantasize.
"Bye," she whispered as he left. They never said goodbye. It was like they would actually be doing something wrong. If they never said bye, it never happened.
Casey knew she wouldn't get any sleep that night. She never did when he came over. Nothing on the TV would hold her interest. This was the routine. He came over, they hooked up, he passed out, she waited an hour or two then woke him up. After he left she would make her some food. It was EasyMac tonight, her usual for Derek nights. As usual, in the middle of eating she would feel sick, dump out the food and clean.
She liked cleaning. It took her mind off of stuff she didn't want to think about. She would clean her entire appartment. Top to bottom it would be sparkling clean. She would finally get done at daybreak.
This was her que to jump in the shower and wash off all her dirty feelings from the night before. She wouldn't leave any trace of him on her. Except for the bruises he left on her boobs. She liked that he chose that spot, they were easy to hide. After the shower she would get ready and go to work.
Work was normal. As usual. Nobody knew of her secret late night rompes with her step brother. But what nobody knew was it was killing her inside. Each and ever time she saw him a piece of her left with him. He was slowly stealing the heart he had long since layed clame on. How had things come to this? She didn't like it, and she decided that it was going to have to change. One way or the other.
A/N: Okay, so I could leave this as a one-shot, but I think I got more in me for this. What do you guys think? Do you want more?
~Domi~