DISCLAIMER
Life With Derek belongs to Canadian Television and Disney. The "Don't touch without consent" rule is from the fic "Broken Angels" and belongs to Daisyangel who has given me permission to use it. I only own the plot and characters you don't recognize. This takes place one day after the last chap. I know the memories are disjointed, but they're supposed to be.
The next day, Casey let out a kia as she kicked the target. Then, she started punching. Jason walked around, keeping an eye on the class. Seeing Casey working with her partner, he let his lips curve into a smile. She was getting mentally stronger. She didn't look so haunted and actually laughed more. Now if only he and Melissa could get her to talk. He gave a command and they came to attention.
"All right everyone, take a five minute break and then take turns practicing these moves on each other and the punching bag," he instructed.
"But not at the same time," a boy said. Everyone laughed.
"No. Not at the same time," Jason agreed. The kids took the five minutes to get drinks of water, go to the bathroom, and talk to each other. Then, they came back and did as Jason had instructed. This went on for several minutes. Casey was in the middle of a punching combination when the memories hit. Casey took her shirt off and went to grab another one that was hanging from the closet. Her door opened. "Hey, what do you---" her enraged question died as Brent shut the door and then pushed her onto her bed and straddled her. "What are--get off! Stop! Stop! Don't!" her pleas turned into sobs. The punches came harder and faster. Brent threw his head back and laughed as she desperately clawed at him, trying to shake him off.
"Casey! Casey!" someone shouted. They grabbed the bag to keep it from shaking. Brent pinned her arms above her head. She punched the bag again. And again. And again. She kept punching until she started to lose steam. Holding the punching bag, Jason watched in concern as her eyes began to water. Man, she's about to break, he thought to himself.
"It wasn't---right. It wasn't---fair. I---what he---I---he raped me!" she exclaimed. "Dang it! He raped me! He made me feel like trash! Like I was nothing!" The other kids in the self-defense class watched in silence. "He raped me! He raped me!" The tears fell harder as she approached him until they were almost touching. Understanding what she wanted, he wrapped his arms around her and made little shushing noises as she cried. Having heard the commotion, Melissa came out of her office and watched as Casey had broken down. Then, she saw the girl allow her instructor wrap her in a hug. Oh, Casey. Honey. You're finally letting yourself feel, the woman thought to herself. This realization brought a sense of relief to the woman. True, Casey hadn't opened up to her. But at least she had opened up. At last, she could finally start to really heal.