Author's Note Short chapter, kind of. It's a thousand words, plus 79...but compared to the chappies I've been posting this is smaller. So yeah. Tension at the end. Let me know what you guys think. Next chapter will probably be posted tonight. If not tomorrow. But probably tonight. :D Enjoy?

Disclaimer And no one noticed I wrote nothing in the last disclaimer. HAH!

Casey caught up to Derek as he opened George and Nora's bedroom door. They were both seated on the bed, and looked intent upon their teens as they both entered the room. Casey shut the door behind her. Derek pulled up two of the three stools in another corner of the room for him and Casey to sit on in front of their parents.

After sitting and letting a calming silence settle in Casey began.

"Mom. George. Derek has been acting differently…we wanted to ask how many people noticed…but I've noticed the most because, like it or not, I have always had the most interaction with him save for Marti."

"I've noticed." George mentioned in a slightly aggravated tone. "His grades have been rising. I don't know about you but I think that's a good change." Casey pursed her lips and Nora nudged him. Derek looked away.

"It's not good when you can't remember even a fourth of your day." Derek said in a dull tone. George looked at his son.

"What do you mean?" He asked. Casey looked intently at Derek as though she had never heard about his blackouts. Derek looked at his dad.

"I mean, you remember when I was twelve or so and I would black-out because I was angry. Remember how you took me to a doctor about it?"

"Yeah. And then we found out that your humor and comedy helped your anger-black-outs go away."

"Well, something I didn't mention about my anger black-outs was that…I didn't get angry and then black-out. I blacked out and people told me about my anger." George sat quietly, letting Derek continue. "I thought they were gone for good, and I've been rather content with my life but a couple of months ago I had a black-out. I wasn't told of any anger when I 'came to' though." Derek looked at Casey. "Instead Marti called me Brooke. I asked her why and she said that and she told me about how Brooke was Daphne's new friend. I thought that she was just being Marti at the time…but I thought about it over and over again...and I wonder if she meant I was Brooke. She was calling me Brooke."

"That's-"

"Crazy…I know Dad." Derek said weakly. "And I started blacking out more often. But I didn't want to tell anyone. I didn't want to go back to a counselor, to a 'specialist', to a doctor…You know how I feel about them. I don't like them, they make me uncomfortable." George nodded his head. Casey was holding her heart, feeling his pain, not understanding what all of it was supposed to mean but knowing it must somehow help. "Then, Dad, I started getting the ends of conversations. I was admitting things to people while I was blacked out. And I've done some," Derek looked at Casey, his eyes red, "done some bad things to people. Particularly Casey…And I hate myself all the more for it." Casey's eyes started to well with tears. The fingers gripping the fabric of her shirt tightened, and she could feel the muscles of her heart tensing.

"What happened?" Nora asked concerned. Casey looked at her mom.

"Mom, he didn't do it. He was blacked out. It wasn't him. Derek isn't evil like that; he wouldn't-" Casey was starting to cry.

"What did you do?" George asked Derek, curious, and scared of the answer.

"I don't remember a thing. I," Derek looked down, "I wouldn't have done that…I only have Casey's words. I only know what Casey told me I did." Casey looked at him and shook her head.

"I know it wasn't you. I know okay." She said, a hand on Derek's shoulder. He brushed it off.

"Don't touch me, you're going to make me…" He pressed his palms into his eyes. Nora and George looked at them with confused, concerned and frightened looks upon their faces.

"Casey. Tell us. Please." Nora pleaded. Casey took a deep breath.

"Derek raped me." She hated the way the words sounded and she was tired of saying it. To herself, to Derek, to others. She hated the reality.

George and Nora looked on at her in disbelief. The blood seemed to leave their faces, and Casey's heart would not stop sinking. Again and again it would retract only to fall into her gut again. Nora covered her mouth slowly, eyes widening at Derek whose eyes were still covered by shaky hands. George glared at his son, with such a contempt for him that Casey was afraid of what he might say.

"You…aren't lying are you?" Nora asked Casey.

"No, I'm not. And I know it wasn't Derek. It wasn't him at all. Derek has done some mean things to me, but they were never evil. Never…"

"Derek, I can't look at you." George said in a deep and furious voice. He closed his eyes as Derek opened his. This disregard for his son's torment sent Derek into a rather hurt state. He had hoped coming to Casey and working out a plan would lead him to a good end. Not abandonment. "I can't look at you. Leave. Go to your room. Leave the house. I don't care. I don't want to look at you." Nora looked at George, mouth wide open and horrified. She understood why he couldn't, but was still shocked.

Derek looked heartlessly at Casey, having an angry feeling towards her for deciding to tell them, and he left the room. As the door slammed George opened his eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" Nora asked loudly, standing up.

"My son. That's what's wrong. He should've told me when they started happening again, That's what we agreed, when we agreed not to force him to go to the psychiatrist anymore after they stopped."

"So be a bad parent when he needs you." George stood, level with Nora.

"I am not a bad parent. And you aren't his." Nora glared at him, said nothing, turned on her heel and left the room also slamming the door. George looked down at Casey. "Do youhave something to say?" He said almost kindly. Her eyes met his and she couldn't understand why he was reacting this way.

"No." She said quietly, shaking her head mostly afraid. After a moment of silence she got up and left the room.