Hiya guys, happy late fourth of july, if you're from U.S.A; otherwise it's just july 5, but anyways, here's Dasey! (this chapter is a little bit inspired by the song Highway Don't care by Tim McGraw and Taylor Swift, btw. Look it up, I'm obsessed with it!)
Casey pulled into the seven-eleven gas station, throwing on her sunglasses to mask her blurry makeup. She fumbled with her credit card, filling up the gas tank.
"Are you alright, ma'am?" a man with a thick southern accent asked her, walking toward her from his silver pickup. "Yeah, I just, I'm fine." she said, withdrawing her card from the machine and putting it back in her wallet, then placing the pump back on the rack. "Alright, if you're sure. Be safe." he told her slowly, walking back and pulling out.
Casey climbed into her car and cried, shaking from her own sobs. She pulled onto the highway again. As she started to drive again her cell phone rang from her purse. She fumbled to get it, unzipping her bag. "Hello?" she asked as she grabbed her cell phone from her bag. "Casey, where are you?" George asked, his voice stricken with concern. "I, I, I can't go back." she sobbed. "What did Derek do?"George asked clearly. "He, he..." her voice trailed off as George's voice faded away and Derek's became clear. "Casey, look, I, just come home." he said, seemingly as concerned as George had been. "Derek, no!" she screamed at him. "Casey, now is not the time to have another one of your primadonna hissy-fits!" Derek shouted.
"Casey, now is not the time for another one of your primadonna hissy fits!" Derek yelled at her from the living room. Nora shot him a hateful look, but Derek ignored it. "Just get your ass back here you spoiled bit-" his voice was cut off by the sharp screech of a car horn, followed by Casey's scream. "Casey!" Derek screamed in horror. "Casey, talk to me. Case!" he shouted, his heart pounding. "Call 911!" Derek yelled at George. "Car accident, Nora, dad, go! tell, tell them, Casey where are you?" he asked, turning back to the phone. "seven... eleven..." she mumbled, her voice shaking. "Near seven eleven!" he screamed to his father and stepmom.
**The next day**
"She's ready to see you now." the doctor told them, leading them out of the waiting room and down the hall. "198,199,200, 201..." Derek counted as he walked down the hall. they stopped at room 204. "Casey, your family is here to see you." he told her, opening the door slightly. "Thank you, doctor Edwards." Casey mumbled. He nodded and walked out, leaving them alone.
She truly looked terrible. Her right arm was in cast, as was her left leg. The left side of her face was completely purple, and a white bandage wrapped around her skull, just above her eyebrows. "Casey, honey..." Nora cried, running over to her bedside. "hi, mom." Casey said, grinning slightly, before looking away at the sight of Derek. "Hey, Case." he said, taking a step toward him. "Don't." she said as he tried to come closer. "just, please don't." Derek looked at Casey, then stepped back. "This was a mistake, I should go." Derek said, stepping out. "Did he say anything about me, before, before George called?" Casey asked, raising her head slightly. "Yeah, he did Casey." she said, sitting in the armchair next to Casey's bed. "What did he mean by 'I love you', Casey?" she asked, looking over at her daughter. Casey rested her head on the pillow, sighing.
"Derek, what did you mean you love Casey?" George asked, pulling him next to the door. "I mean I love her." He said, leaning against the wall. "I honestly love her. I just didn't realize until I nearly lost her." He sighed. "Derek, you can't be in love with your stepsister." George said, rubbing his temple. "You think I don't know that? I cannot be in love period, especially not with her, yet here we are." Derek sighed. "Let's go back in." George said. "I don't think that's a good idea, Dad..." Derek started, but George pulled him into the room anyway.
"George, let's go get something to eat." Nora said, walking out of the room and pulling him with her. "Casey, look, I didn't mean to, I mean, I just, I'm sorry." Derek said, looking at his lap. "Derek, I don't care about this bandage on my head or my bruises or my casts." She said, looking at him with tears in her eyes. "I care about you cheating on me." she said. Derek looked up, and Casey noticed Derek's tears, identical to her own, running down his cheeks. "I never meant to." Derek said, sobbing quietly. "I know, which makes it worse." she said. "What?" Derek asked, tilting his head in confusion. "You don't even have to try to find someone better than me." she sobbed, before shouting. "mom, george, I know you're out there, get Derek out!".
Hope you guys liked it, I'm going to try to post at least twice a week. Tell me if you like it, if you please.
