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*DISCLAMER: I don't own LWD or Wipeout. But I do own Daniel.*

CHAPTER 14: I'm Close With My Demons

Memories flooded back, fast.

She couldn't slow them down, or hold them back. She had lost control.

Casey was in Limbo, just fading in and out of reality. She wanted to stay here, in the now, with Daniel, but she was drawing herself back to last night. She began fighting to stay:

"Stay with us here, you can't escape what happened between you and him, you can't. Just stay here, with your memories."

"No, I can't. I want to be with Daniel. I want him to love me, to need me; I can't fall back into that. I want to be here. I want to forget. I WANT TO BE HERE!"

"But you can't fight this. You can't fight the fact that it happened. You can't suppress this. Here's where you need to be. Stay here. With Us."

"If I stay with you, I'll never come out. I'll give in to it. I won't be where I want. I'll lose. I don't want to be there. I didn't ask for it to happen."

"But if you didn't want to be with us, this wouldn't be happening. You wouldn't be slipping into the past now."

"I'm not 'slipping' into the past; you're pulling me into it. I don't love Derek; I don't want him. I love Daniel; I want him. Leave me alone!"

"But you can't let go of this. You can't escape. This will haunt you forever, and you won't be able to dismiss this. You'll have to live with this. You're trapped. You're mine!"

"NO!" she cried.

"Casey, what's wrong?" he asked, sitting up with her. "Are you alright?"

She remained silent, while she shook it off. "I'm fine. Just a little nervous, is all." She donned a fake smile.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'm fine,"

"Positive?" he raised an eyebrow.

Casey leaned over and kissed him. "Positive," she responded, pulling away.

He smiled, pulling her closer again and kissed her.

She placed a hand on his shirtless, muscular torso as he pulled her closer. He took one hand and set it upon hers as he pulled his lips away.

"Casey?"

"Yeah?"

Daniel looked her in the eyes and smiled.

"I love you."

"Daniel, I-"

Suddenly something chirped loudly.

Casey looked in the direction in which she heard the noise. It was her phone, reminding them that they had a long drive back.

"Shit," she said, glancing at it. "We gotta get going now."

"We can stay a bit longer, can't we?"

"If I do, Mom and George will freak-"

"So let them," he interrupted, sounding a bit annoyed. "They're not gonna care if you're a few minutes late."

"No, believe me, they will. They already extended my curfew from 10 to 11 just so I could go out with you and warned me not to be late."

"I'm sure you could make up some excuse, like we were caught in traffic,"

"There's hardly any traffic at this hour,"

"Work with me here," he pleaded. "I just wanna be with you a while longer."

Derek knocked on the large, grey door.

He glanced at his watch; it was only 9:29. He would've been there sooner, but he took a detour to kill time. After all, who said it was cool to be on time?

Sam's mom answered the door. She had blonde hair, like Sam, that was down to her shoulders and was wearing a teal shirt, flow-y grey cardigan and jeans.

"Sam's in the basement, waiting for you." He didn't have to say anything; she knew why he was here.

Mrs. Richards stepped aside, allowing Derek to enter. He kicked off his shoes and entered through the door to the basement.

Sam was sitting on the couch in the family room, feet up on the coffee table and a bowl of popcorn in his lap. He was eating away at it, mindlessly shoving some into his mouth every few moments, while a mindless game show flashed in front of him on his big screen T.V.

Derek walked down the stairs and Sam looked over at him.

"Hey, man," he greeted. "You're late."

"I took a detour to kill some time," Derek shrugged.

"Whatever. Just sit down, Wipeout's on."

"Awesome," he smiled, jumping over the back part of the couch. He put his feet up on the table and grabbed the popcorn bowl out of Sam's lap and set it in his. He began to eat it, shoving handfuls at a time.

"Dude, stop hogging all the popcorn!" Sam grabbed the bowl from him.

"Mut it's shooo groood!" Derek retorted, mouth half full of popcorn.

Sam sighed and set the bowl in between them.

The next half hour was filled with laughter and popcorn-eating. Wipeout had just ended, and the boys were bored.

"I gonna go get some pop, you want anything?"

"Yeah, cream soda."

"Got it," Sam stood up and went upstairs.

Derek grabbed the cable remote from the table and flicked through the channels. Other than stupid movies and lame reality T.V, there was nothing on. He sighed, and decided to watch music videos. He shoved another handful of popcorn into his mouth.

"Anything good on?" Sam yelled from upstairs.

"Nope, nothing."

Sam returned shortly, a can of cola and cream soda in each hand.

"Here," he said, handing it to Derek. "Since there's nothing good on, what'd'ya wanna do?"

"I don't know. How 'bout foosball?"

"Sure,"

AllYours Corner

Hola,

There are a couple things in this chapter that need to be cleared up:

First, the conversation in the first little part is her, arguing with herself. Well, sorta. She's arguing with her imagination.

Second, notice how Casey hadn't the chance to say "I love you" back to him... Just remember that...

Third, and finally, there is a time difference between Derek and Casey. And no, it's not because she and Daniel are in a different time zone, it's just the way I wrote it.

Love ya!