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Casey walked into her room, still shaky and wet. She flicked on the monitor of her computer and sat down.

"Dear Journal,

It's hard for me to say what has happened to me. It's hard for me to type it as well. I can barely stand to think on it. The hands holding me, and his mouth all over me. Saliva and semen. I shudder at the very thought. And I think you won't know exactly what I am talking about unless I said it. But when I am ready…I'll let you know. At the moment I am in shock of the event…and in shock of the events that may come because of it. More of the event. Danger. To at least give you something to think on I'll let you know one thing.

The violation will weigh so heavily on my brain; and I already feel like it's my fault even though my brain knows who is really to blame.

Forget liberation. I don't even know how to be me…how can I learn to be something I'm not?

-Casey"

She logged off and breathed out. In her mind she had hoped that maybe writing the exact word describing what Derek had done to her would help her cope; She chickened out on it. After all she was still a little in denial. It was because of this new world she was in; it was scary, but she couldn't accept anything within it as reality.

Maybe tonight as I lie in my bed alone I'll remember the times before this insanity.

Casey decided she would try going over to Emily's house and see if she was home. She didn't know how long she was passed out…but she knew that she wanted to get out of the house.

Reluctantly, Casey knocked on the Davis's door. The noon had obviously passed, for the sun was far too low on the sky for it to be noon. Judging by it, it must have been around three. Meaning that Casey was out for about two to three hours.

"Hello Casey. Are you here for Marti?" Mr. Davis questioned kindly. He had a hearty smile on that warmed Casey inside. A smile. I needed a smile.

"No. Actually I am here for-"

"Emily?"

"Yeah. Is she here?" He nodded his head yes.

"Yes, she's upstairs with a guy named Peter. He's quite polite." Casey smiled to herself. That rhymes.

"Do you think she'd be bothered if I came upstairs to chill with them?" Mr. Davis turned and called for Emily. There was a shuffle of feet and Emily came clattering down the stairs.

"Casey? Didn't you call me earlier?" Mr. Davis exited the living room and Casey walked into the house and shut the front door behind her.

"Yeah…I…Did…Hey, are you busy? Or can I come upstairs with you and Peter?" Emily blushed.

"Well, he's only been here for ten minutes and I'm still trying to get to know my boyfriend a little more." Casey squealed.

"He asked you out!" A smile was wide on Casey's face. Emily broke into a girly squeal as well.

"Yeah! He did! Isn't that great!" They both settled down after a few moments and Casey thought to herself as Emily spoke about him asking her out. "Well, we went on our date and I suggested we go to Smellie Nellie's but he said that he had already got a table at this other restaurant called Azzonait…" She doesn't want me to stay for long. Especially in the same room with her and Peter… "But the 'T' at the end is silent. It was so…" I never noticed how wrapped up we got in boys; it seems so fickle, and unimportant. "beautiful. After a really nice chat he said that he was now sure on something. I asked what that something was and he said…" How can I expect her to understand. She'd shun me; not believe the horror…think it below Derek to do such a thing…Think I was just trying to get her to hate Derek like I hated him…I realize now what hate really is. I didn't hate him before. "you. Then he asked me out and of course I gladly accepted."

"That's really great! I guess I shouldn't bug you since you guys just started going out. I'm sure you want to watch a movie, or something." Emily smiled.

"Yeah, or something." Casey hugged Emily and turned to the door. Emily didn't waste time actually saying goodbye, and Casey heard her feet clatter happily back up the stairs.

Casey saw Nora and George's car pull up with Edwin and Lizzie in the back seat. They both had the strangest grins on their faces and they both look determined not to look one another in the eye.

She quickly walked over.

"Hey mom! How was your date?" Casey asked sweetly, masking her pain with a surprising ease.

"It was great. Very romantic." Nora eyed George lovingly and Casey let a soft curve enrapture her lips. The smile was sweet and kind in nature, but behind it her teeth grinded because it was George and Nora who brought Derek into her life. She knew she couldn't resent them for his actions though.

Edwin and Lizzie walked silently into the house, Nora, George and Casey trailed behind.

George turned back to Casey when they got into the house.

"When we left you were still sleeping, what time did you wake up?" Casey stopped short and made a small uncontrolled gesture.

"Oh, um, I came down the stairs and I saw you guys leaving in the car just as I got to the window." George nodded his head and Nora turned to her.

"So what did you do all day?" What's with the twenty questions?

"Nothing really. Emily was out with Peter, her new boyfriend, so I exercised and took a shower. Spent most of my time in my room."

"Have any idea what Derek was up to?" Yeah. I have an idea. You want the lies though. You want the mask. Be happy and smile Casey. They want you to be happy.

"I think he just slept all day. I actually haven't seen him. So he's either in his room or he's been out all day." Casey turned and went upstairs before they asked anymore questions and before she pulled her hair out trying to figure out what her next step was. I need a plan. What am I going to do now that he's...How do I live with him? How do I look at him? Do I tell someone and let it blow up in flames? Be that dirty girl that was violated by her step-brother? What if they thought I wanted it, and I said I didn't want it to cover up the fact that it happened? That would be terrible...

As she reached the top of the stairs she heard a loud 'shh-ing' coming from the games closet. Casey knew who the people inside were, so she didn't bother disturbing their covert operations.