Hey! So about LWD, I don't own it...therefore I can't be rich. (tear).

Lizzie still couldn't believe it. Her only real sister was gone...all because of that devil, Derek. God, how she wanted to kill him.

The day after Casey left, she was in the kitchen. He came in whistling some stupid jingle he knew off of TV, and started raiding the fridge.

"Casey's gone, and all you can do is stuff your face and whistle." she said coldly.

Derek held his tongue, knowing he probably looked for it. "Look, I'm sorry about Casey, but don't hate me too!"

Lizzie just got up and left the kitchen, in tears. Edwin saw her rush to her room. He opened the door quietly and stepped in.

"Hey, Lizzie, What's up?" he asked softly.

Lizzie wiped her tears away quickly. "I really miss Casey, and all Derek can do is stuff his dirty face." A sob escaped from her lips.

Edwin brought some tissue over, and Lizzie took them. "I'll talk to him, Liz. I want Casey back too." He left the room to find Derek.

Derek was eating a sandwich when Edwin came in and took it right out of his hand ate took a bite.

"Come on, bro. I was eating that." Derek said, clearly frustrated.

"Well, not anymore bro." Edwin said mocking him. "Anyway, you know Lizzie is crying, right?"

Derek was thoroughly tired of it all. "God, Edwin! Don't you think I realize that! I'm sorry I made Casey run away! Yes, I regret it! But stop rubbing it in my face!" I miss her too, ok? I want her back, badly, really badly. Wait, did I just think that?

Edwin was startled by Derek's outburst. "Sorry, D." He put the sandwich back on Derek's plate. "Here, you might need that." and walked out the kitchen. Derek felt truly alone now.

Casey had just settled down to sleep in the park again when she felt a drop on her nose. Then she felt another one on her cheek. She sat up quickly, looking around for this source of irritation, it started to drizzle. "Oh no!" she said. All she had to shelter herself was a flimsy sweater-jacket she had left the house in. There was only one choice, to sleep under the picnic tables. It started to rain harder, so she found a picnic table on higher ground, and cursed to herself as she slid under the table, taking her stuff with her.

She woke up the next morning, stiff, muddy, and hungry. All she wished now was to go home. And she was close, but, she decided to herself, Not yet. She hid behind a tree as she changed her muddy clothes into clean ones that were slightly damp.

Since it was July, Derek didn't have any school. He woke up, late as usual, but instead of immediately heading downstairs, he went into Casey's empty room.

""I'm sorry." He said to the walls. "I didn't mean to run you out the house, ok? I love you-" Wait, what am I saying? I don't love Casey, do I? She's my stepsister, for crying out loud. I was just so hard on her. His thoughts were interrupted as he heard his cell phone go off in his room. It was Casey.

"Hey, Case, ready to come home?" he asked excitedly.

"Well, sort of." she replied.

Derek was elated. "What! Want me to pick you up? I'll be down there-"

Casey cut him off. "No, its not like that. I need to come and take a shower."

Derek's jaw dropped. "A shower?" he said in disbelief.

Casey sighed. "Yeah. It rained last night, and I'm a mucky mess."

Derek found his voice. "That's it?" he said. "Lizzie cried herself to sleep last night, Casey, and all you want is a shower?" he paused, and took a deep breath. "Look. I think we need to sit down-"

Casey tuned him out, and was about to cut him off, when she heard a huge explosion. She looked about, and then felt something like a dull knife pierce through her stomach. She looked down. Blood was pouring though her shirt. "Oh my God." she said in a shrill whisper. She shuffled to a table and sat down.

"Derek," she said, faintly. "Can you here me?"

"Yeah," he answered quickly. "Casey, what's going on?"

"I've just been shot."

OMG! Sorry to be so evil, but I needed Casey to be in a vunerable spot so that Derek could prove his love, and save her. Well, at least try to.