Punch Drunk

"Never kiss a drunk girl. Never kiss a drunk girl you're in love with. It hurts. She'll leave her eyes open, not getting it while you're on cloud nine. It's crazy. You can toke it up, get baked til next week. Don't matter . . .she still wont' see you. You still wont' be the one. Lucky for me. I was, I am. Eat shit suckers!" Derek smiled and signed off the computer before finishing off his bitch beer smirnoff and tossing it into the trash can under his desk. It was obvious he loved his privacy. Casey was officially three months pregnant with his kid, and she was still tokin' it up with the worst of them. She didnt' seem to care. Casey had as many would say gone-off-the-deep-end. Derek couldnt' say anything about it, he was always with her. Making sure she never went too far. He wasn't about to lose her or the baby. He was, in love.

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"Fuck you too!" Casey said, flipping Sam Johnson off as she stumbled through her front door. It was two AM and the kids she knew were asleep. Nevermind the fact that her parents were out of town. She had to chuckle at how oblivious her parents were to reality. Honestly how could they not see the changes in her? Being drunk and high off her ass she wasn't pissed for more than a second.

"Case?" Derek said, walking into the hallway. Since he'd found out his Casey was having his baby he'd sobered up a bit. He was still a walking high but that was besides the point. He was high so often it was like second nature. As soon as he saw Casey though, drunk and high as fuck, needle pricks in her arm bleeding slightly and her eyes totally glazed over twice.. . .his stomach dropped. Could their baby live through this?

"What?" She asked, falling onto the couch, on her knees. "Lookin for some Derek baby? Come get it." She said half seductively half out of it completely. He shook his head. "Fine fuck you too, I'll give myself some then. All you assholes dont' want any that's not my problem." She said fiercely, lifting her skirt up and jamming two fingers violently up herself, fingering herself. Derek closed his eyes for a moment, clenching his fists.

"Case, fucking stop." He opened his eyes her hands were on the back of the couch now, her skirt still hiked up.

"What Derek what? Not fucking good enough for you? Do I have to eat myself out for you? What!?" She screamed, standing up and walking towards him quickly. He stood his ground. Casey wasn't a funny drunk anymore, she was a pissed off, mean, and frusterated drunk. . .some would call it bi-polar drunk.With the wave of his hand he directed her to her bedroom, where the was now, thanks to him, an outside lock. There was no way she could lock him out.

"No Case." He said softly as she stumbled up the stairs to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet. "I love you." He whispered before lighting a joint and walking to the bathroom to hold her hair back.

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"You've got to help me Case." He said softly after she'd deposited the nights events into the porcelain bowl.

"With what?" She looked down and pulled her miniskirt down.

"With us. With the baby. You've got to stop this fuckin bullshit. You're going to kill yourself and this baby." He said, squeezing her hand and whiping the throw up from her mouth with shaking hands. It was hard to force a smile away from his face. His high was there.

"I'm counting on it Derek. . .I'm too scared for a baby." She said before passing out on him.

please god...fucking help us. Derek said to himself, picking up Casey and carrying her to his bed. She would sleep with him tonight and wake up in the safety of his arms. Maybe in the morning whatever pain there was wouldn't be so bad.

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.tbc.