A.N.: Yay I just uploaded Chapter 2! Hope I get some more feedback =[. It is 23.55 right now in Malta and I am going to write my first warm chapter in this fanfic. Enjoy it guys =D P.S. If you haven't noticed yet, the fanfic started right after episode 416 – Truman's Last Chance. 417 and 418 never happened.

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Chapter 3 : Home

Casey looked at her cell phone. She had seventeen missed calls, six of which came from Emily and the rest of which believe it or not came from Derek. He was probably wondering where she was so that she could make up some excuse for him going home late or something of the same sort. She looked at the time. It was half past midnight. Prom would be over in fifteen minutes. She walked on for ten minutes and then she dialed Derek's number.

"Casey, where have you been?" he asked, with an unusual concern in the tremor of his voice.

Tears were flowing down her cheeks right now and she tried to hold them back.

"Nowhere special," she forced herself to say, "Where are you?"

"We were just going to leave prom but we were searching for you," he told her.

"I'm not there at the venue," she replied.

"Ok, look I'll go drop Emily off at home in the rented limo and then I'll come get you with the Prince. Where are you right now?"

Casey looked around herself, "Um near Wendy's."

"Whoa, you mean to say you're out of London? Cos the closest Wendy's is exactly as you exit London."

"Yes, I'm there."

"I'll be there in fifteen minutes," he told her, "I promise."

She closed the cell phone, smiled softly and threw it into her purse. With that, she turned and walked into the 24-hour fast food restaurant, going to the ladies' room as fast as she could to fix a bit of her make-up. She took out her concealer and covered the sticky yet dry black lines that had formed when her mascara and her pencil had run. She also used it to hide the extreme redness of her face as it was of the same colour as her skin. She was pleased with the way she looked now. All there was left to do was to reapply some eye make up to hide the redness and puffiness. She looked at herself and although she knew that she looked exhausted, she didn't look like she had cried. She waited for Derek outside the door to Wendy's.

She soon saw him driving as fast as he could and coming to an abrupt stop in front of the restaurant. She got into the passenger side of the car and fixed her seat belt.

He drove off and stopped on the side when they entered a less busy road.

"Where were you?" he asked her. In the darkness, his eyes looked concerned, "I was worried sick."

"No you weren't. You were just annoyed that I wasn't there for you to prank me."

"No Casey, I'm serious. Although I don't know what craziness has gotten to me since last week when I saw you in that state at that party, I am genuinely concerned for you. You have been acting weird ever since yesterday night and now you won't even tell me what's wrong. I know you wouldn't miss prom for the world. What happened?"

"Nothing that would interest you," she replied.

"Then why would I be asking if it wouldn't?" He asked. When he realized that in no way would she be answering him, he took her chin in his hands and turned her to face him and then he said, "Look, if you wanted to have a little sex game fine; do what you like; but you wouldn't do that – I know you all too well – you wouldn't get all down and dirty on your princess night. You would definitely not give up your virginity to a guy you weren't stable enough with. I know you Casey; you would only have sex with someone you knew you would later on marry. So please, just tell me what happened because I'm really worried for you."

She looked away from him as tears formed in her eyes. How could he have known her so well? And how could she not have trusted him when he'd said that his concern was true? How could she not have believed him? She should be ashamed of herself. He had come all this way to pick her up and she was not for one minute appreciative. It was like she expected him to do that because he was her step-brother, but she knew that no step-brother would go out of his way like Derek had unless he was truly concerned. She knew why Derek had come. If Truman wasn't driving her, then she must have left. And Derek respected her, and wanted her to be safe.

"I'll take you home, and we'll discuss this when we get there," he told her. She nodded silently. The drive was extremely silent except for a few labored breaths coming from Casey's side due to her desperation not to cry.

They arrived at their house and went downstairs without making too much noise to tell their parents that they had arrived. Nora muttered an ok and snuggled back with George. Derek closed the door and led Casey upstairs. They walked silently to the bathroom, and he watched her as she started to get out all her things such as make-up remover and cotton balls. Something dark caught his eye on her shoulder, and he also noticed that her sleeve was slowly falling away and that it was torn.

"What happened to your shoulder?" he asked with a sudden look of concern on his face.

"Nothing," she told him, "That was already there this morning."

"Oh really? You didn't have it when you got out of the house," he whispered.

"How would you know?" she asked, "And anyway, it's none of your business."

She could see his expression from the mirror. He was hurt. He just sat silently and watched her remove her make-up. As the concealer washed off, he could see black solid lines all down her cheeks. He couldn't take it anymore.

"Look," he told her, "You were crying. I will not rest until I find out what about. We'll talk later. Get ready."

She looked at him and watched as he walked out of the bathroom. His footsteps faded. She heard them stopping and heard the familiar click of his opening door. She also heard the steady creak it held and the click of it closing and locking. The house was silent at one in the morning. She could hear Lizzie snoring softly and Marti muttering in her sleep, and she could also hear him unbuckling his belt and opening his closet to get out some sleepwear. Casey looked at the pathetic mess that met her in the mirror. She was disgusted with herself. She washed away all of the make-up; every little trace, and then she went to her room, got some things, and got into the shower to wash away the scent of Truman. She even washed her hair to eliminate all of the dirt from the room and all of the molecules of his whispers in it. She wore her favourite sleeping shorts and her favourite t-shirt to sleep in and walked silently down the stairs to the kitchen. Derek was already there making a midnight snack for them both in his old track trousers and a t-shirt. She sat down on the island and waited for him to finish. The oven hood light was switched on so that they were provided with enough light. He gave her the plate and motioned for her to follow him. They were soon sitting on his bed across from each other eating crackers and dips.

"So…" he said.

"So…" she replied, "I don't know why you are so interested. I don't know why I would ever trust you with this. I know you sound concerned, but how do I know you're not going to spread it all around the school, as to why Casey was not at the prom?"

"I'll just make something up and said you were feverish. I'll crack a joke about how all your special occasions are surrounded by illness. The same happened on your sweet sixteen with your appendix."

"Well…in reality, this event was surrounded by emotional illness Derek," she said; barely voicing the last word as tears sprang out of her eyes.

"Sshh," he said, "It'll be ok. Just tell me what happened. I promise I won't do or say anything mean to you or about you Casey."

She looked into his eyes and for once knew for certain that he was not lying.

"Well, last night when I left after our little argument about Truman, he took me to his house to meet his aunt. We were watching TV with her in the living room but then he wanted to show me something or so he said and he took me upstairs. He held me down on his bed and kissed me forcefully, thus hurting me in the process. He even slapped me and he held my wrist so hard I felt it could blow up. He unbuttoned my blouse, and he continued to kiss me and to make me feel depressed. After he released me, I regained my composure and he told me that he always gets what he wants. Well tonight, we were in the car and he told me that he wished we would have loads of fun and I told him I was really excited about Senior Prom and he said: 'Senior Prom? I think not Casey…we're not going.' I tried to make him take me, but he drove me to the nearest motel, took me to a room and pushed me onto the bed. He couldn't undo my zipper, so he called me fat and he started to rip my sleeve. He pushed me against the wall and the hard wood of the wardrobe, and slid down on top of me on the dirty fitted carpet. I was disgusted and ashamed and I left him there telling him to stop it and to grow up. Derek, he wanted to rape me…" she finished softly.

He held out his hand to her and stroked her cheek. There was fury and compassion in his eyes at the same time.

"Don't you think for one second that he will get away with what he's done to you," he told her, "I can't believe I gave that scum a second chance. I would prefer it if you didn't speak to him again. Otherwise, you might see some horrible gory sights when you look at his smashed face."

"Don't worry; I'll break it off officially tomorrow morning," she said, "I don't want to be with him, ever. But somehow, I can never erase those images from my mind. I keep getting flashbacks of what happened. His dirty smirk and his burning slap, his poison kiss and his evil grip."

She started to cry softly. Derek set aside the plate and scooted over to where she was and he just held her, wrapping his arms around her, whispering into her ear that she deserved much better than that scum, that he preferred seeing her with Max than with this sorry loser, and that she could find better than the both of them added together.

"Don't you even dare listen to a word that he said," he told her. She also mentioned the words he had told her that had reminded her so much of Derek.

"I'll let him know," he told her, "That I only use those words to tease you not to hurt you, to pick on you and to get you mad so that I can watch you becoming a klutz in all your frustration, and to make me laugh. Case, you know I never said those things to intentionally hurt you, right?"

She nodded and looked up at him, "I know you'll never hurt me in that way Derek. He'll never be like you. He said them as cruel remarks; you say them as playful teasing comments. Instead of saying good morning, you call me klutzilla. It works the same either way for me. I always get angry but I know deep down that we just like to keep ourselves from getting bored and to unwind from all of the stress at school or in your case in Hockey and from all the noise and craziness in our family."

He smiled at her, "You really get me Case."

"You really get me too Derek," she told him.

"Your hair is making me feel really cold and it's dripping all over my bed Space-case!" he said, smirking.

Fury blazed her eyes but then she smiled softly, realizing that all had gone back to normal and it all felt like home.

"Good night Jerk."

"Good night Klutzilla."

And with that, she left his room to enter her own and to go to her own pleasant dream-world where nothing and no-one could bother her.

Or could they?

YAYY hope you like it/love it =] [preferably the latter =p] Nothing great so far, but it will get better as the story improves I promise. I'm just trying to create some feel-good family moments in a twisted sort of way. You'll get what I mean in the next few chapters.

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