Laying back down on the couch Casey felt too many things going on inside her head to possibly sort them out. Restless sleep took over her, and she found herself back into one of her nightmares.
"Do you remember how I told you to do it?" She nodded silently, choking back her sobs. She hated doing it, the first time she had refused, he grabbed her by the hair on either side of her head, and shoved the disgusting man-meat into her mouth. She had choked and gagged, and eventually threw up. Which earned her a nice blow in the stomach. She was about to throw up now, as his salty juices filled her mouth. He grabbed the back of her neck, "Swallow it." It took all she had to swallow the liquid. It bubbled in her stomach. He stroked her hair roughly, causing her to flinch. Which made him tighten his hold on her, "You belong to me." She stood up to leave, and he grabbed her easily, slamming her face into t he wall. "It's not over until I say it is." He tossed her out of the room, and she found herself at the beginning of her being fifteen.
Charlie had taken everyone to Florida to be at the beach on Casey's birthday. It was so beautiful, Charlie's Aunt Rachel had a cottage overlooking the ocean, and Casey never got tired of looking out her window. "Hey," came a voice from behind her. "Troy Allen don't sneak up on me like that." He stood beside her looking at the twilight glistening on the waves. She looked at him from the corner of her eye. His dark blonde hair, his hunter green eyes that crinkled in the corners everytime he laughed or cried. His sweet lips that were so soft it always felt like mild water on her skin. Everything about him drove her crazy. She kept telling herself this wasn't Mr. Bales it was Troy Allen, her Troy that she used to fight with over small things when they were little. She took his hand in hers and Casey led him to her bed. Putting his hands on her. "We don't have to do this Casey." "But I want to it'll be perfect." And it was, from beginning to the end. As they both convulsed from their orgasms. Kissing pieces of skin that was closest. Then the door burst open. 'That didn't happen did it?' Casey wondered. There stood in the doorway the silhouette of Derek Venturi in a jealous rage.
Her chest heaved as she woke, why she didn't know it surprisingly didn't feel like her other nightmares. She tried to sit up but found her spine was too feeble to bend at the moment. She could call someone in the house to help her, but she didn't want to bother anyone. Who was she kidding, her back wouldn't bend, and she was starting to freak out. She'd bother George Bush if she had to. She pressed in the numbers for Derek, and waited to hear his voice. "Yeah?" "Can you help me get up?" "You actually want me to help you sit up?" "Yes, my spine seems to be stiffened." "I'll be there in a minute." Casey hung up, suspicious of Derek's tone. No sarcasm, no back talk, he seemed sincere. Casey strained to try and lift herself up, but her back felt like it was going to crack in two.
She gasped from the pain. "What are you trying to do?" She looked up and was surprised sweat covering her eyes. She blinked several times to see Troy Allen picking her up. "Stand me up please, my back won't bend." He knew what to do, it's happened before. He gently put his knee into the small of her back, then pulled backwards on her shoulders. Casey groaned, but it relieved her. He turned her around to face him. "Better?" She looked into those eyes, and melted. "Yeah, lots, thanks." She missed this, being in someone's arms, his particularly. "Glad to see you're up." The couple turned to see Derek at the door, smoldering. Troy Allen put a lock of hair behind her ear, tugging at her heart. "I just wanted to check on you, glad that I did now. I'm going to finish some calculus, but I'll be back down in about an hour." He kissed Casey's cheek, not once giving any recognition that Derek was even in the room.
Derek sat down his soda and sandwich to tuck Casey back down on the couch. "Is he your lover?" It was a cruel, mocking tone making Casey's blood boil. She pushed him away, and limped from the room. But not before calling over her shoulder, "Bite me."