Author's Note-- Okay, before anyone gets a timeline confusion, Wednesday evening Casey decides to liberate herself, Thursday Casey gains her popularity and Derek admits his feelings thinking she feels the same way, and Friday Casey already hates her popularity and Derek is quite aggressive. She cries for FORTY minutes before ever leaving her room. When you read the chapter you'll understand why the minutes are important. (I had to double check myself which is why I mention it.)

I didn't have the full plot figured out when I wrote chapter 1-4, and once I reached chapter five I tried to figure out the ending. And just so you know, I've got it. If throughout the story you have ideas to add to it, feel free to tell me. I have nothing preset but a few ideas I'm sticking too.

AND!! READ THIS!

Lol. Long author's note…Sorry. Well, for chapter fives symbolism game someone got it! bsloths was correct saying that it was the butterflies and that they mirrored Casey and Derek's relationship. So if you want a requested one-shot send me a PM and I can do it for you! :D A lot of people said that it was the butterflies, so I'm glad that it wasn't vague! I'll probably do that again for anyone who was hoping for a requested one-shot. (I like one-shots, I just never have an idea that is only a one-shot…so requests seem perfect!)

Disclaimer-- Do I own LWD? Nah. But wouldn't it be interesting to own? Goes into fantasy land

Once Casey's tears stopped and she stopped shaking, she got up and walked to her computer.

She pulled out the CD and stared at it. Gift? Like he was doing something generous…She gave a small, weak laugh.

Casey sat down and stared into her vanity mirror. The curves of her face seemed less curvy, her eyes looked more gray than blue.

She looked down at the CD. Hands reacted to the anger towards Derek and broke it into pieces. The hands kept picking up each piece and snapping it in half till the pieces were all too small to break anymore. There was no triumph in it's destruction. Casey didn't feel accomplished, and she didn't feel any less angry or sad.

Feeling she needed to do something more, Casey scooped all the pieces into her hand and walked out of her room and right into Derek's. She didn't shut the door. Derek was lying innocently on his bed, eyes closed. She stared down at him with pure loathing in her eyes.

As though sensing her presence his eyes opened and he looked at her, confused.

"Um, excuse me, what are you doing in my room?" Derek sat up.

"Oh, cause it's okay for you to just walk into my room and harass me. Why don't I get the same privilege?" His eyebrows curved inward.

"What are you talking about?" Casey rolled her eyes and threw the CD pieces all over his lap. "What the hell!" He looked at the mess. "What is this?! What did you do that for?" She let out an aggressive sigh.

"Like you don't know asshole." Derek stood up and Casey backed away, and got closer to the doorway.

"What is your problem?" She crossed her arms.

"Nothing, I'll play along. Nothing is my problem, I have no problem. No problem at all with you." Casey turned away about to walk out and then she turned to say, "I just wanted to give you your out-of-tune present back." She then walked quickly downstairs and into the basement to talk to her mom.

"Mom!" Casey said, almost jogging down the stairs. "Mom!" She banged on the door. Nora opened the door and Casey heard the door open at the top of the stairs.

"What is it Casey?" Casey looked into her mom's eyes. What will this do to her? What will it do to the merged family…I hate him…But would it be worth it? Maybe I can get him to stop before it goes too far.

"Um…Uh…" Casey looked up the stairs. Derek was walking down with a few of the pieces in his hand. He was walking slow and staring down at them, like he was trying to figure out what it was. "Are you going anywhere this weekend? I thought we should go out to eat lunch, or dinner. Just me and you. No one else. Well maybe Lizzie. We haven't had a little sit-down in a while." Derek reached the bottom of the stairs.

"Sure, but it will have to be Sunday. Remember how Lizzie, Edwin and Marti were all going to be out Saturday? I talked to George and he thought it would be nice if we went out for a date. We haven't had a date in a while, so we were just going to go out to eat and hit a few fun places."

"So it will be just me and Derek?" Casey asked, her heart dropping, already knowing the answer.

"Yeah, we figured that you guys would just make up your plans anyway because you are both teens. Teens always find something to do." She looked away from her mom, wanting to tell her that she was afraid to be alone with Derek but she couldn't muster it. Let alone with Derek right there.

"Casey…Is this my CD? I was just looking for this ten minutes ago." Casey turned to him in an angry confusion. All of her wanted to rush at him and throw punches till he bled out all what he was doing to her mind.

"Yeah, that's your CD." She walked past him, "Talk to you later Mom." Casey said without turning around. Derek followed her upstairs. Thankfully there was distance between their bodies. Casey didn't slow though.

"What gives you the right to take my things and just destroy them." They reached the kitchen and Casey turned to him.

"What?!" His face was pale with a slight anger, put her anger was more raging than his could have been at that moment.

"Why did you feel you had to take this and destroy it?" He lifted the chunks to her face. She turned away. His eyes looked at her neck and his eyebrows curved in. Scared he was going to do something Casey turned and ran as quickly as she could outside.

Derek didn't follow.

What was on her neck? He thought, as he stared at the back of her running figure.

Casey ran up to Emily's door, didn't knock and then ran down the street. I can't stand this. I can't stand this. He's torture. He's pure pain. Confusion. Arggh. This is all one mistake. It's all my fault. It's all because I wanted to change. Changing is dangerous… Casey tripped on a rock and fell into the grass.

Oh so dangerous…

She got back up on her feet and walked home. Derek was watching TV with Marti in his lap, Edwin and Lizzie were walking down the stairs and Nora was now cooking dinner.

Casey sighed quietly, went to her room, and locked the door.

"Dear journal,

My lips have been tainted by the foulest of creatures.

Though he doesn't resemble the most demonic of features.

Teeth sinking in, hands gripping hands tight,

The worst shades of red, the darkest feeling of fright.

Holding me next to something edgy and insane

I've lost me in the old thoughts of my brain

Obsess over it, one more time Casey

Oh, you know that his memory escapes me

I want to forget this, erase this new monster

I won't be the one, HE can haunt HER.

Journal. That is a poem. Get used to them. I write them often. And the poetry is never written when I'm happy. I don't think I'm going to be happy for a while. I feel it in my stomach. My intuition screams danger. And I can't do anything without causing too much trouble. If I told my mom and George they would either not believe me (thinking that I was just trying to pay back Derek for all the crap he's said), or they would…I don't even know. How would you go about punishing someone who was sexually harassing their step-sister.

Nothing would be the same either way. Things would either get worse for the family, or worse for me, and if I say nothing at all then it's not worse for anyone.

Should I even continue pretending to be liberated? Considering she is the one that got me into this mess. Should I finish what I started? Is it better than living so afraid of him?

I have too many questions that no one I know can answer…I can't even tell Emily about this. She'd just…laugh.

-Casey"

Casey logged off of her journal and turned the computer off. Anxiously she turned to her mirror. Her neck was slightly aching and her eyes wandered down to look at it. There were distinct bite marks on her neck. Oh my god…

Quickly Casey got up and took off her shirt, then threw a turtleneck over herself. It covered up all the bite marks he left behind on her.

How could my Mom not see it?