Disclaimer: I don't own Life With Derek. Nor do I own any references made within.
Because, really, the higher the pedestal you put someone on, the farther they're going to fall; and is that really fair? No one can be expected to be perfect, all the time, but this is Casey, and Casey is absolutely nothing if she isn't perfect. Perfect hair, perfect eyes, perfect ass. Perfect grades, perfect boyfriend -- perfect disaster is more like it. Sooner or later, it's bound to happen, she's going to tumble; down, down, down through the rabbit hole, out the other side. Trust her when she says, she'd honestly much rather be having tea with a mad hatter or doing hookah with a giant caterpillar than doing this.
She was underneath him. Which is weird, because normally she's the dominant one; on top, in charge. His lips are attacking hers with such force that it's almost blinding, which again, is weird because she usually falls for the submissive guys, the cardboard cut-outs, that she has to yell harder, harder to get anywhere with. And yet here she is, with the only man that had ever challenged her, her stepbrother, Derek. She wraps a dancer's leg between his and maneuvers it so he flips and she's on top.
They don't hear the door knob rattle, because they are way to into what they're doing. Derek is on top again, slowly working small, wet kisses up Casey's bare abdomen, she groans, and flips him again, straddling him. He growls at her as she attacks the soft skin where his neck meets his shoulder. She's bare-chested and busy nipping at his neck when Edwin walks in, and screams.
She found out how deep the rabbit hole goes. Red pill, blue pill. She's sitting on the couch, in Derek's robe, wondering how the hell it got to this. She was perfect, damnit, fucking perfect, and she can feel her Mom pacing in front of her, and she can still hear Edwin stammering apologizes before George sent him up to his room, probably for his own good. And, now, to make matters that much better, there's a knock on the door and Noel pops his head in to catch the sight of his half-naked girlfriend and her equally naked step-brother in his recliner, wearing a smirk. And she just wants to slap that smirk off his face, because he knows what he's ruining. Yes, Casey blames him.
It's really no surprise when Noel breaks up with her. She cries for days, because that's what is expected, but honestly, she couldn't give a damn. She's red, and puffy, and gross when Emily leaves, done, for now, with her best friend duty. Casey's in the fetal position, her back to the door when Derek walks in, but she knows, she can feel him, feel his energy prickling against her skin, even across the room. She's scared, fucking scared to death, because she doesn't remember that this was in the plan, her plan, the plan that she cannot deviate, she can never ever deviate. But when his hand touches her side, on her waist, just above her hip, all thought flies out the window, and she doesn't even remember that there was a fucking plan to begin with.
She never meant for any of this to happen. She was supposed to be perfect: A-plus student, beautiful, hard-to-get, Ivy-league accepted. And she is, but that's not the problem. She's numb, it's like during her descent her body, her mind, all of it, has fallen asleep and she's numb and she honestly can't wait until she makes contact with the ground. She'd rather feel broken and in pain, then feel nothing at all.
A/N: This was actually inspired by a Donald Trump video that I was forced to watch in Building Wealth... It was during the part where he lost his millions (poor poor baby) and the first line just kind of popped into my head. Fun stuff. Writing like a banshee so I didn't lose the idea gets odd looks, just to tell you. Anyway, hope you enjoyed!!
