Author's Note:
First of all: I do know that rape does not equal to love, that'd be weird, in more ways than one. Second of all: It's said in the description that if you don't like this kind of thing then don't read the story. Anyways before I start with the next chapter I'd like to clarify a few things about this story:
Casey wasn't always this submissive little toy of Derek's. She used to be a girl of her own, standing on her own two feet, taking shit from nobody. Yeah, yeah, I know that the ones who R reading my story know that. And like you also know, Derek and Casey had sex for the first time with Casey not knowing who he is and Derek using that night as blackmail material, I'm not telling you yet whether if he knew who she was at that time, or if he simply thought that she was cute. Anyways coming to the end of the former chapter, I think a lot of people misunderstood me here. By "This is the only time when I really, loved him." I mean to say, that this is the only time when Casey doesn't TOTALLY hate him. It's my mistake really; I should've written that "This is the only time where she doesn't hate him, completely." But, everyone makes mistakes don't they? I've clarified it now. Oh and one more thing; Derek has been raping Casey since they live together. I'll explain a lot more once the story progresses. I know that there are a lot of things which can be misunderstood, yet. But I can't clarify them all, right now or there wouldn't be any point of me writing this story. Anyways I hope that I cleared some things up with this. –Keisha, Oh and to the people who don't like this kind of thing, I'd say go read my "Dasey" story Life's switched. It's going to be a cute little fluff story.
-Okay, the first time around it is rape but it turns into something more, you'll see.
Chapter 7 Memory flashes and a relaxing day?
The next morning when I woke up, my whole body was aching. I mentally cursed Derek. I let out a grateful sigh; Derek wouldn't be home all day today. First he had Hockey Practice and then he had a party to go on. So thankfully I had one day of this goddamned weekend for myself. Now all I needed to make sure of was, not to go thinking about the past….
A few hours later I had taken a relaxing bath, eaten breakfast and written my Spanish essay which was due Monday, and was thinking that hell, this morning I jinxed myself as memories flashed in front of my eyes in chronological order. Memories from me and Derek. The first time we met each other in that church when I'd thought I'd never see him again, how he'd ended up being my stepbrother and how my life had gone downhill from there….
Flashback 1
After that incident in the church I'd quickly gathered myself again and ran out of there in hysterics. 'What had I done? I'd just had sex with a guy I don't even know the name of. And I had sex in a church! Of all places to have my first time in, I had it in a church with a complete stranger on the wedding day of my mother. Yeah, anyone say Insane much?
I was hyperventilating by the time Lizzy found me. But when she took me to go meet George's family, I literally fainted on the spot. Not only had I just had sex in a church, nooo, I'd had to have sex in a freaking church with my new stepbrother of all people….
Well, I'd thought that he was thinking the same thing, about how weird this all was and how embarrassing it was. But no, he surprised and oh boy it was a nasty surprise. Because right that night, our parent's goddamned wedding night he came into my room, the now oh-so-loathed smirk on his face.
"Turns out we're family, sad isn't it?" He'd said. "Yeah, well. I don't know what you think, but why don't we just forget the whole thing ever happened?" I asked. He smirked, shaking his head. "You see Casey; if I say we do forget this now, I won't get to have half the fun I want to have with you." I'd looked at him completely dumbstruck. He'd only smirked at me more. "Why don't we repeat what we did in that church and I'll see about forgetting the whole thing again?" He'd asked. I'd had no option but to go with it. My mom would've gone up the wall if she'd know what had happened.
In the church he'd been nice, slow and had kissed me. This time though, when he pressed his lips against mine, it was rough, hungry. He didn't take time taking off my clothes one by one, either, he simply tore my clothes. It hurt a hell lot of more this time too, because he didn't slow down like he had in church and ask me whether if I was okay, he simply continued…
He kept coming into my room every night after this, and somehow my body seems to have gotten its own mind, as it's started to like this. I know, I'll need therapy for life if I ever manage to get over this and tell somebody. But I being me read about this a lot and I found out there's a thing called Stockholm syndrome, where the victim falls in love with its captivator. But with me it's different I don't love Derek. At least I don't love him emotionally. I hate him, he's a monster, but I know that there's another side to him. There is not just the monster, even though I try to pretend otherwise.
I know that somewhere deep down, he does have a heart. Why else would he love Marti the way he does otherwise? It's just that it's hard to get the Derek I know in context with the 'big brother' Derek she knows. I know something must've happened to him, that's why he hates woman so much, well not hate really but sees them as…. as mere objects. No, not he doesn't even see me as an object, it's like he thinks of me as his own personal slave.
Though I know that there has to be more to the story I've never asked him about his mother, because his hate for woman has got to come from somewhere right? And seeing that nobody here wants to talk about Abby Venturi longer than a few minutes; telling me that "She walked out the door" I'll need to get information some other way.
'Oh hell, I have to have a screw loose somewhere up there. I'm actually thinking about helping the monster who's done all of this to me? Oh dear lord up there help me out of this mess!' I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to analyze myself….
