Authors' Note-- Before there is an confusion: The first scene is a dream. But I think I make it quite clear. :D Enjoy the chapter! And remember...I DON'T support rape. Okay? I DON'T think that girls would want to be with a guy that is doing stuff like this. Okay. :D Okay, now you can read it. :D

Disclaimer-- Like I need a disclaimer. We all know I don't own it. Or do I? Devilish grin

Casey rolled over in her bed. Despite all of her attempts at sleep her eyes would not close, afraid that Derek would walk in.

She kept checking the clock and it never seemed to change.

She stared at the door but it never seemed to open.

Her eye-lids started falling, and her body started feeling heavy. As she almost reached sleep, someone started jiggling her doorknob. Casey jerked and sat up. The person on the other side kept jiggling it. She had locked the door but she held the blankets to her chest and stared at it in fear.

A few minutes and the jiggling stopped. Casey let out her breath and leaned back. Seconds later she heard a key slip in and turn; the door opened and Derek was standing in the doorway. He turned, shut the door and kneeled by her bed. Casey started shaking her head no, and muttering no…no…no…

"Casey, now that you have had some time to realize that you have feelings for me, why don't you be my girlfriend?" He looked so innocent, but Casey didn't hesitate reaching her hand back and slapping him as hard as she could across the face.

He stared down at her bedside table for a few moments and smirked. His eyes looked at her with a dangerous knowing in them.

"Wrong answer." Derek stood over her and ripped her covers off and tossed them towards her door. She sat up and tried to get off the bed and away from him but he got over her and held her down. His hands pressed hers into her bed so hard she felt the springs.

"Derek, please…" She said in the struggle. He pulled out the tie he wore to George and Nora's wedding and tied her hands together. "Derek stop!" Once he pulled the knot tight, Casey jabbed him in the stomach with her fists and tried to roll out from underneath him.

"Don't make me gag you and make this harder than it already is." Casey closed her eyes and mouth, but kept her body turned side-ways.

"Don't do this." She said quietly, in a desperate whisper, hoping that he would find some kind of sympathy in his heart. What am I thinking…People like him don't have hearts. Casey started whimpering as he tried turning her back towards him.

"Casey if you don't comply, I will be forced to hurt you. I don't want to hurt you." Her eyes looked at him but she didn't turn to him.

"What the hell do you think this is then? You think this isn't hurting me?" Casey tried to gesture at his position, but her hands were still bound.

"Well if you didn't struggle you wouldn't be in pain." Her words were lost to his idiotic statement. Idiotic, of course, not being the right word, but the only word she could think of. "Casey I love you." Her mouth dropped in horror. In her shock, he took the moment to face her to him and pinned her hips with his hands. "Say you love me too." She looked at him.

"You told me not to lie to you." He slapped her, and started tearing off her shirt. Casey tried clasping herself but could only push her breasts together. She tried rolling again but he held his knees on either side of her keeping her from turning. Derek then started pulling her pants down and looking at her underwear.

His hand slowly went downward and just as he was about to touch her she yelled.

"NOOOO!!" Casey jumped up in a sweat. Her breathing was heavy, and her head felt numb. She was covered and her shirt was in tact. She touched herself as though she would find a trace of him still touching her.

She looked at the door. It was still locked. Casey wiped the sweat off.

"It…was just…a dream…" She said between breaths to herself. A knock was placed on her door. She jumped violently.

"Casey?" Lizzie's voice called. "Casey are you alright?" Casey's hand was gripping her chest. She got up and opened the door.

"Yeah…yeah, I'm alright." Lizzie looked at Casey in disbelief.

"Are you sure. I just heard you screaming."

"I just had a bad dream. Sorry to wake you." Lizzie looked around uncomfortably.

"I actually wasn't asleep just yet. So don't feel sorry." Casey curved her eyebrows in.

"Can you not sleep either?" Lizzie smiled.

"No. But I will! Don't worry." Casey just looked at her. "Well, I hope you get some sleep."

"I will kiddo…" She leaned in to hug Lizzie and then shut her door. Lock your door again. Casey turned back and locked her door.

After crawling back into bed, she fell asleep quickly, so tired from the dream she had just experienced.

At least when I scream I know Lizzie will come.

Saturday morning came, and Casey felt so tired and wasted away that she didn't rise as early as she usually did.

Instead, she awoke so late without realizing it, and was alone in the house.

Well almost.

Casey walked down the stairs to get some lunch, trying to ignore the dream she had last night. Something that frightening doesn't happen to people like me. It always happen to someone else. I'll be fine. I'll be just fine.

There was no bread for a sandwich, and no vegetables or fruits to snack on. Nothing but chips and macaroni and cheese. She rolled her eyes.

"Hopefully mom will go grocery shopping before she comes home…unless of course she plans on staying out for dinner also."

"Why are you talking to yourself?" Derek said deeply, as he walked into the kitchen. He had bed head, and Casey assumed that he had just woken up as well.

"I don't know. Why do you think you have the right to talk to me?" Derek rolled his eyes and walked back out of the kitchen. Casey looked at him. No man is more confusing than Derek Venturi. What do girls see in him?

Casey ate some macaroni noodles and then headed upstairs to her bedroom. After calling Emily and getting a voice mail saying, "Sorry, at the moment I'm out with Peter! Leave me a message and I'll get back to you later." She closed her cell-phone angrily and threw it at her door.

And a thought occurred. Derek gave that to me. Slowly, she walked over to it and picked it up. Destroy it. Casey walked out of her room, cell phone in hand and down the stairs; Derek was mindlessly watching women's volleyball; through the kitchen and to the garage.

There in the corner was George's tool belt. Casey smirked. Hands reached forward and set the cell down as she reached for the hammer. Not big enough. Hammers are too small. Do you have a sledge-hammer George Venturi? Casey's grin was devilish.

Hanging on the garage wall was a hoe, some brooms, other gardening tools and low-behold…a sledge hammer. Casey walked over and took it airlessly off the wall. Footsteps were heard, and Casey headed toward the phone. The garage door opened and Derek stared at her.

"What are you doing with that?" Casey held the sledge-hammer against her shoulder and turned to him. Derek stared at her questioning for a moment, then blinked. The air seemed to shift, and a darkness seemed to come over his face. He started walking toward her.

"Derek go away. I'm busy." She looked back at the phone and then turned to him.

"Do you think destroying all the things I've given to you out of the goodness of my soul is going to remove me from your life?" Her eyes shook but she didn't remove them from him. "Put the sledge-hammer down." His eyes were almost red, his body kept moving closer. "Put it down if you know what's good for you."

"Back away if you know what's good for you." Casey said dangerously, and held the sledge-hammer, ready to strike. The nightmare she had felt so real that she felt so completely violated by him.

She didn't want it to be a reality.

Derek let out a chuckle. His hand reached into his pocket and pulled out a pocket knife. He flipped it open.

"Casey, you've just made a threat on my life." Her eyes got big.

"You started it! This is your fault! All of it!" Casey yelled, still backing away slowly.

"All of what?" Derek prepped the knife to be thrown. Casey's hands started shaking. "Put it down before you hurt yourself." Her tears started watering and she lifelessly dropped the sledge-hammer a few inches from her feet. A loud 'clunk' echoed in the garage. Derek walked up to her and leaned into her ear. "Thank you Casey. Now, put it back up on the wall or they'll get suspicious as to why it's not on the wall." Casey obeyed. The knife was looming.

Derek walked over and picked up her cell-phone. Casey turned to him and crossed her arms. He walked over, looking at the cell-phone. When he reached her he stuck it into her pocket and held his hand against her thigh. Casey backed away, only to put herself against the wall. Derek smirked and leaned into her lips. She turned and he kissed her cheek.

"Don't like the scenery?" Casey let out a laugh.

"No. Don't like the person." Derek frowned. He took his knife and flaunted it.

"Why not?"

"You…" Casey hesitated, afraid as to what he might do, "You are an imbecile if you don't know why." Derek pulled her turtle neck down that she wore since yesterday. The knife was placed gently against the skin of her neck.

"Why do you think so lowly of me? Even before I admitted how I felt about you, you treated me like dirt. Sure I laughed it off, but it gets to a man after a while. Things like how you teased me with your skirts, tight shirts; and your smiles, and how you chased my friends and enemies, just to taunt me, just to show that we could never be…" Derek pressed his body against her. "Things like that drive someone crazy." A shiver went down Casey's spine and caused her heart to start beating faster.

"Please leave me alone." She said low, still in fear of the knife on her neck.

"No. Not as long as I want you for my own." He took the knife off her neck and pushed her to the garage door. "Open it." Shaky hands opened the door. He pushed her to the stairs and up them. Casey stumbled on the third from the top step.

Derek grabbed the back of her neck and lifted her up.

"Walk!" He said aggressively, pushing her up the stairs. They got to his door and she tried to walk to her room, but Derek pulled her back. "No my dear. My room. I'm more comfortable in my room."

"Oh. I didn't know we were looking to comfort you." Derek twirled her around to face him. She didn't look him in the eyes.

"Don't smart-mouth. I don't want to hear it. We've spent enough time in your room. This relationship needs give and take. Well…I heard that from a wise woman once." He looked lovingly at her. She dared a look at his eyes. Tears were welling up.

"If she was so wise then…why isn't she wise now." Derek smirked.

"Women sometimes just don't know what they want. I'm only trying to help you out." He leaned down and opened his door. She didn't move until he pushed her into the room causing her to tumble onto the floor.

Without turning around, Derek shut the door.