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Bloody Glass and False Truths

.Chapter two.

Derek sat at his computer desk, staring dully at the blank screen. He couldn't get Casey off his mind. He was so worried about her. He didn't know what happened, but she had changed, for the worst. Their fighting had grown more intense lately. It was more than just the usual step sibling squabbles they used to have. Now it was full on screaming matches. During those moments Derek would look into the face of his opponent and see the eyes of a lost little girl. He could see the pain etched into her beautiful face. In those moments, it took all the will power he'd had not to reach out and pull her close. He'd actually done it once too, without realizing. He had barely gotten his arms around her waist when she pushed him back and screamed in his face;

"God, Derek, you freak! What's the matter with you?"

She hated him. She loathed him. She was the one girl that mattered to Derek more than anyone else; and to Casey he was lower than dirt. And it ate him up inside. He could hardly stand it. Knowing that he was the bane of her existence, while he lay awake at night, desperately wishing she was there with him. All he wanted to do was hold her, make her forget everything; let her know that she was loved, that she was special. He wanted to tell her so many things. How sorry he was. He wanted to let her know that she was beautiful, perfect, desirable, important, worth something. It pained him to know that she thought she was worthless, ugly, scum of the earth. But Derek knew, he knew that Casey was so much more than that. He looked over at his clock, 1:17 am. He didn't feel the least bit tired. Still, he got up, changed and lied down in his bed. He was just about to turn on his Ipod when he heard a muffled scream of anguish from Casey's room. She did it a lot. Screaming into her pillow. To think of her in so much pain made Derek want to scream into his own pillow. He didn't know what to do. Maybe tonight was the night when he would finally tell her all the things she meant to him. How he loved her.

He loved her.

It was a scary thought. Derek had spent most of his life avoiding becoming attached to anyone. He kept his relationship with girls short lived, to sacrifice himself from heart break. Because that's what attachment came with. Heartbreak. He knew because he'd been attached to his mom, and one day she up and left with out a word. He had since vowed to never get that close with anyone again, but with Casey it was inevitable.

Sighing, he got up from his bed, and tiptoed over to Casey's door. He stood there listening to her muffled sobs. She didn't look up when he slowly pushed her door open and walked in. There were red splotches on her carpet. Derek remembered where they had come from. He walked over to her bed where Casey lay; face down in her pillow, quaking with each sob. He gently put his hand on her shoulder, she shuddered at his touch.

"Case?" he asked softly.

"What?" she replied, her voice muffled by her pillow.

"Case, what's wrong? Why are you so…unhappy?"

Slowly she sat up, wiping her face with the back of her hand. As her arm dragged across her face Derek noticed red scars going vertically down her arm. He winced.

"What do you want, Derek?" she said. Derek looked into her eyes. They looked lifeless, empty. He wanted so much to restore their twinkle.

"Casey, what's going on with you? Your so-"

"Why do you care? How is it your business?" she cried out, her voice getting louder with each question.

"Casey, please calm down," he pleaded. "I just want to know what's going on with you…"

"You want to know what's going on with me?" she cried. " Fine! Ever since I moved to this stupid house, my life has spiraled downwards. I can no longer, think act or speak my mind without being shut down and made fun of by YOU! You have made my life a living hell! You have made me feel so worthless and unworthy, so stupid, ugly, small and insignificant, I can't take it anymore, Derek! I can't live like this! I can't go through life, just waiting for it to end. I can't continue hoping that a car will hit me every time I cross the street. Okay? I feel hopeless. Trapped in this void of hurt and anger. You know, I never really deserved any of the garbage you through my way. I was happy, I was satisfied. And then you had to come along, and destroy everything. So you ask what's the matter? Two words Derek. You are"

And with that she pushed him out of her room and slammed the door shut.

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AN: Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I don't think it was my best, at least not the ending. But I tried. Yeah, so I take a while to update, that's because the loading thing is block by parental control on my computer, but I always update as soon as I get the chance. Usually not longer than a week. Sorry it takes so long. I love you all, thanks so much for the reviews!