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DISCLAIMER
LWD belongs to Canadian Television and Disney. I only own characters you don't recognize. Slight reference to "The Poxfather". Let me say again, that this is no way a Dasey fic, though I'm fond of them myself. Merely sibling bond and respect. I don't know where they're located, so I'm going to make something up.
It took some sweet-talking, but Derek, Sam, and Emily managed to convince Casey to let Derek take her home. Derek gently but quickly guided her through the halls. They managed to make it just as the bell rang.
"Come on," Derek said.
"I can walk by myself, Derek. You don't have to---" Casey started to say.
"Look, some creep turns you into a mess, and you think I'm just gonna abandon you? No. Absolutely not," Derek interrupted.
"I don't get it. Why are you being so nice?" Casey wondered. Derek blew out a breath.
"Case, there's a fine line between flirting and intimidation. Contrary to whatever you may believe, Dad taught me the difference," he told her.
"I just---I---I feel so---" she trailed off as she spotted a bus station.
"I can't even imagine," he stated, as they walked up. He paid for two tickets, and then they boarded.
"Guess business is booming,"Casey whispered.
"What can I say? I'm Derek Venturi," Derek stated somewhat braggingly. His stepsister managed a small smile.
"Well, that's a start," he encouraged. She looked away. Derek clenched a fist. He hated this! He hated seeing a member of his family like this! Minutes later, they were home. Derek opened the front door with a key and ushered her in, where she promptly went to sit on the couch.
"Um, where do you want to go from here?" he asked hesitantly as he re-locked the door. She shrugged.
"I don't really see what we can do," she told him.
"Casey, you were raped. We have to report this," her stepbrother insisted.
"Two weeks ago! It happened two weeks ago! You don't think it'll be a little strange to report it now?" she burst out. Derek opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Why had she waited so long before telling anybody?
"Why did you wait so long before telling anybody?" he wondered. Now it was Casey's turn to be speechless. She hadn't meant to say anything. She hadn't meant to make him suspicious.
"Case, what is it?" her stepbrother asked softly. Casey's throat muscles constricted. This was the second time Derek had called her 'Case'. No one had ever called her that before, but she had to admit, she kinda liked it.
"I---I---just---I felt so dirty, Derek! What he took from me---it was something special! Something that he had no right to take!" Casey burst out. Derek's Adam's apple wobbled. Casey was absolutely right. It was her body, and only she had the right to decide who to give it to. Casey started to cry and Derek held her.
"That's it, Casey. Just let it all out," he murmured. He felt the wetness of her tears on her shirt, but paid it no mind. Finally, she was all cried out.
"There. Did that feel better?" he asked gently. She nodded. "Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?" he continued. She shook her head. "Well, you just stay here and I'll fix you something," he told her.
"You can cook?" Casey queried. He laughed.
"See? You're gettin' your fire back already," Derek told her. "You just sit here and what I'm making will only take half an hour. Promise," he told her. Without waiting for a reply, he patted her knee and went into the kitchen, where he began making soup. True to his word, it was done in thirty minutes. He brought it in and placed it in front of her. Casey smiled softly. She wasn't really hungry, but Derek had gone to all this effort. It wouldn't hurt to at least try it. She blew on a spoonful and stuck it in her mouth.
"Mmm! This is really good, Derek!" she said.
"Chicken\Beef Noodle Soup. It's my mom's recipe. She made it for me whenever I was sick or upset," Derek replied as she continued eating.
"You really miss her, don't you?" Casey realized.
"Yeah. But I get to see her when she picks up Marti," Derek said with a flippant shrug. Even so, Casey could see that she had upset him.
"I'm---I'm sorry. I---I didn't mean---" Derek waved off her apology.
"It's all right," he told her. He watched as she ate, and soon as she was finished, he took her dishes and put them in the kitchen.
"Hey. You want to go upstairs and get some rest?" Derek suggested. Casey froze. She couldn't go upstairs! She just couldn't!
"Casey. Casey!' Derek exclaimed, shaking her gently.
"No! I don't want to!" Casey cried.
"Okay, sssshhh. It's just me," Derek soothed. "Why don't you just lay down here, and I'll get you a blanket and pillow," he suggested.
"Yeah. A nap sounds good," she agreed. She cuddled into the couch and he went upstairs and grabbed a blanket and pillow out of the hall closet. Then, he brought them down to the couch.
"Thanks, Derek," Casey whispered.
"No problem, Casey," Derek responded. A few seconds later, she fell asleep and her stepbrother watched her to make sure she was actually sleeping. His mind drifted. How could anyone do anything like this? he wondered again. He just didn't understand why anyone would force themselves on another person. Just then, he heard the sound of the door being opened and his brows furrowed. Who was here this early? It didn't make sense.
"Okay, I can see Derek skipping school, but---" Nora MacDonald was saying.
"Sssshhhhh," Derek interrupted, a finger to his lips.
"Don't you shush her. I want to know why---" George MacDonald began to scold.
"Dad, will you hush? Casey, just fell asleep," Derek interrupted scoldingly. "Now, we need to talk, but let's do it in the kitchen," he continued. Curious, the two followed the teen into the kitchen.
"Derek, what is going on?" George wondered.
"You remember the party you and Nora let me have a couple weeks back?" Derek queried.
"Yeah. What does that got to do with anything?" George responded.
"I just found out today that at that party, some jerk raped Casey," Derek told them.
"What?" George and Nora gasped.
"She's upset and she didn't want us to say anything, but this is big and---I don't know what to do," Derek admitted.
"Derek, calm down. You did the right thing," Nora assured.
"I'll make the call," George stated. He went to the phone and dialed a number. "Hi? Can I have the Jayville Police Department please?" he asked. Then, he waited a few minutes. Then, "Yes, this is George MacDonald and I'd like to report a rape..."
