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Chapter 4: Face the danger
Derek looked down at the girl in his arms. She didn't look like Casey. Casey was strong and opinionated and stable. This girl in his arms was weak and manipulated and fragile. This wasn't Casey. But he knew how to get her back.
"Casey?" He said.
"Yeah?" She replied.
"I need to go do something but I'll be back as soon as possible."
"Alright…" She laid down on her bed and pulled the covers around her.
Derek left her room without another word and raced down the stairs.
"Derek, where are you going?" George called from the couch.
"I'm heading over to Sam's house," he called back.
"Okay, just be back before dinner."
"Okay, Dad." He opened the front door and ran down the street heading towards Sam house. He knocked on the front door for a minute before Sam opened it.
Derek used his forearm and pushed Sam against the nearest wall.
"Whoa, Derek, what's with you?" Sam asked, clueless.
"You know what is with me, Sam," Derek replied through gritted teeth.
"Actually, no, I don't."
Derek lightened his hold a little. "I'm talking about Casey."
"What do you mean?"
He put more pressure on Sam with his arm. "I'm talking about you raping her, Sam!"
Sam furrowed his brow at his best friend. "What are you talking about, Derek? She came onto me."
"You're full of shit, Sam."
"I'm telling the truth. Who are you going to believe? Me or Casey?"
"Casey would never lie."
"I just wanted to test where your loyalties lie."
"Loyalties? You raped my sister!"
"You want to know what I think Derek? You're not mad because I raped her. You're mad because I got to her first."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"The reason why you didn't want me to go out with Casey wasn't because of the guys' code, it was because you wanted to date her."
"Sam, this is all besides the point. The only thing that matters is that you raped my stepsister!"
"And so what if I did?"
"You ruined that girl. You should see her. She is more afraid than a five-year-old in a rated R movie. She doesn't want to eat; she will only sleep if I'm with her, since I'm the only one that knows. When I tried to wake her, she yelled at me and slapped me."
"Sometimes I feel like doing the same to you."
"Shut up! This is not a joke! You hurt her!"
"She was asking for it."
"Casey wasn't asking for it. If you saw the way she looked last night when she came in, you would know that she hadn't asked for anything. You did this to her. There is no other way to spin the story."
"I can find a way."
Derek couldn't take anymore of Sam's shit. He still had him pinned to the wall and Derek just punched him right in the face.
He spun around and walked out of Sam's house, leaving his old friend lying unconscious on the floor.
It was only 1:30 when Derek got home. He went straight up into Casey's room without knocking.
Casey was standing in front of her mirror. She had finally changed out of her clothes from the night before into a pair of pajama bottoms and an over-baggy t-shirt. She had the t-shirt rolled up above her bellybutton. She had bruises on her ribcage that were shaped like handprints.
Once she saw his reflection standing in her mirror, she unrolled her shirt, covering the bruises and turned to face him. "Derek, you're back," she said, flustered.
He walked over to her. "Pressure marks?" He asked.
She nodded.
He wrapped her in a hug. "I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault."
"I know but I wish it never happened."
"Me too."
AN: He's being the best to her. Anyways, please R&R!
