Author's Note--READ THIS AUTHORS NOTE!! Okay, so this is a very VERY bad chapter. I mean, it could be badly written, but that's not what I mean. This is the chapter where the rape I mentioned in the first authors note occurs. Okay. I don't actually write the intercourse part because I could not bring myself to do so. If you don't want to read this part I completely understand. All you will miss is a few bits of dialogue where she is trying to get him to stop and a small part of his psychotic state. Okay? No hard feelings. I'm just WARNING you. If you do read it, I hope it doesn't make you feel sick because quite honestly…it made me feel a little sick writing it…but I guess that's just what comes with a dark-dasey.

Disclaimer-- I don't own LWD chica's. And err…chico's…if there are any males' reading this.

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Casey picked herself up off of the floor and crossed her arms. Derek locked the door and started walking towards her. She turned away from him. His body was lightly touching her back, and his breath ran down her neck. A hand touched her right shoulder. Just as she was about to brush it away she saw that it was the hand that still gripped the knife. His hand slowly went down her arm.

Lips lightly touched her neck and hands held her hips. They pulled her close to him.

And she felt a very stiff manhood. The knife twiddled against her hips, and she wanted so badly to run away. The hand that wasn't holding the knife snaked up her shirt and touched her stomach softly. At any other moment, she may have giggled, but at the moment she was not ticklish. She was paralyzed. The hands pulled up her shirt and Casey closed her arms to her sides blocking the shirt from going up to far.

"I thought you were going to make this easier on yourself." Derek said lowly. Casey sighed. "Come on. Don't make me do anything I don't have to do." Casey didn't answer. He pushed hard on her back, causing her to fall onto his bed. Derek leaned down and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled back. "Casey. Don't." He slid the knife softly up and down her back.

"Derek, don't." Casey whimpered. Derek smirked.

"I'm sick of being all cooped up inside." Derek said in her ear. "I'm sick of having to keep my mouth shut next to you." Casey gripped the blankets tight with shaky hands. She heard him fidgeting around with something and then saw in the corner of her eye, his belt flung to the side.

Casey pulled forward, trying to get away and he let go of her hair. She stood and tried to go around him. Derek dropped his knife to the side and grabbed her upper arms. Her eyes were looking at him in a plea that she couldn't scream.

No one would hear. No one would care. It would just turn out worse than this. Derek smirked and kissed her lips gently. Casey didn't move away. He let go of her arms and gently held her neck, trying to penetrate her lips with his tongue. Casey took the moment and pushed him away and darted around him to the door.

But trying to open a locked door when your hands are shaking is hard. He walked slowly to her and grasped her wrists.

"I want you…There isn't anything wrong with wanting you…is there?" Casey thought for a moment.

"There may be nothing wrong with wanting me…but there is something wrong with doing this when I don't want it." Derek lifted her and threw her onto the bed and got between her legs before she could get up.

"This is what you wanted. I'm really good at reading body language." Casey tried pushing on him but he didn't budge. He just grabbed her hands with one hand and held her hands above her head.

"Derek! Don-" His lips came down onto her and his free hand unzipped his pants. Casey's eyes widened and she squirmed violently beneath him. Derek sat up, leaned backward and yanked her pajama pants completely off, and though Casey tried to struggle she knew that it wouldn't matter. "Derek! PLEASE STOP THIS!" He pinned her down by straddling her, his back to her, so he could pull her underwear off.

He had a grotesque smile on his face. Derek won't be happy when he finds out. Derek thought to himself. The others will be happy though. Except Brooke. Brooke was always a little bitch anyway.

Casey's tears kept coming, and she was blinded. With her lower half naked, he pulled his clothing down and situated himself between her.

The last semi-light thing Casey saw was her fists banging pitifully against his chest and an evil smirk she had never seen before now.

As he penetrated the last thing she wanted him to penetrate, Casey's sight left her and she blacked out.