Author's Note-- I'm not sure what to say about this chapter. I know next chapter I am going to be writing about the McDonald girls out to lunch (Better title of course)...I dropped a few things in this chapter that will be appearing later so pay attention. They are so small a detail, but so powerful. So yeah. Enjoy it! :D

Disclaimer-- Psh.

Casey stayed in her room for the rest of Saturday. She didn't want to see anyone, nor did she need to. The feeling of heaviness wouldn't fade, and all she could see as she laid on her bed at night was his sinister smile lurking above her burning body. Ever fingerprint he left on her skin and bite-mark that his teeth dug into her was a reminder of her position.

Casey could still feel him. Even after the shower. Even after he tried to talk to her.

"Did he think I would listen?" She questioned angrily to herself. A tear fell without the slightest sob. The edges of her fingers felt the sensation of a desire to hit something but her mind restrained her.

Eventually sleep came over her, but the thoughts would continue in her dreams. The nightmare would still live on in the morning.

Dream Derek knocked softly on her door. The echo carried on and on. His voice sounded.

"You wanted it Casey. You're the dirty little girl who slept with her step-brother. You want me bad. Open this door and you can have me all night long." Her stomach turned with loathing. The hate bottled up, she'd kill him if she had the chance but the repercussions would devastate the school and home.

The lock clicked, and her doorknob turned slowly. The blue light shading the room got darker and the footsteps lurked in her direction.

Lizzie walked into Casey's room around nine in the morning and Casey jumped up. Her eyes wide, Lizzie looked just as frightened as Casey did.

"Are you okay?" Lizzie asked cautiously. Casey's edginess softened and she looked down.

"Yeah, you just startled me. Sorry kiddo." She gave Lizzie a gentle smile. "What do you need?" Lizzie looked back and shut the door. Silently she sat on the bed, looking at Casey.

"I need some advice." Casey scooted back and leaned against her headboard.

"Okay, I'm here to help. What do you need?" She was excited on the inside; Casey loved giving advice.

"Okay…um…have you ever been in a position that you wanted to be in but you also didn't want to be in." Casey thought for a moment. She thought of the moment she broke up with Max. Of course she still liked him, but she wasn't herself when she was with him. It wouldn't have been healthy to stay with him even though she was still crazy about him.

"Yes. Why do you ask? What position are you in." Lizzie gave a short cough.

"Well, let's say I wanted to do something but I was afraid that other people wouldn't understand and hate me." Casey furrowed her eyebrows.

"Well you know your family is always there for you, right? You couldn't do anything that would make me hate you." Lizzie smiled heartwarmingly at Casey. "Can you tell me what action you are thinking of taking?" She looked away from Casey. Her eyes darted around her sister's room but stayed away from Casey's eyes. Casey was starting to get a little worried. "It's nothing dangerous is it?" Lizzie giggled.

"No. How about…if I end up doing what I am thinking of doing I'll tell you; If I don't…I won't tell you." She nodded her head at Lizzie.

"Okay. Sounds good to me." Her mind turned in contemplation as to what Lizzie was thinking of doing; and then she remembered she needed to give some advice. "My advice to you would be," Lizzie looked expectantly at Casey, "would be to think about it hard before you do it. Weigh the consequences if there are any, and weigh the good vs. bad. Like when I had to break up with Max. I didn't want to break up with him but I needed to." Lizzie's eyes got wide and she nodded her head vigorously. "Well before I actually broke up with him I had to think about the good and bad outcome. There was more bad, so I had to end it." Casey touched Lizzie's shoulder.

"Okay. So I will definitely take my time thinking about it."

"Also…Never forget this…Don't do something that you will regret. Make sure that you will never regret a decision. My theory is that as long as you thoroughly think through your decisions you won't regret them."

"Thanks sis! I think I'm going to go back to bed for a while." Lizzie reached out and hugged Casey. With a smile on her face, she left the room.

Casey stretched and closed her eyes.

I have to leave this room at some point. I can't stay in here in hiding. Then he will win again and again. Even if I left this room I couldn't look at him, and I couldn't fight back. And then people would wonder why I wasn't arguing with him…why I was just taking whatever he felt like saying to me. So should I try to fight? Try to avoid? Ignore? It's not like I have anything to say to him.

Her feet dangled over the side of the bed and she finally got off her bed and walked out of the room. The bathroom was currently in use. Derek's door was open and he wasn't in his bed. She figured he was the one in the bathroom. Instead of waiting she headed downstairs. As Casey walked down the steps and saw Derek walking out of the kitchen. The bathroom door opened and closed in the background. Edwin rounded the corner and walked past Casey on the stairs. Derek peered up and saw Casey. His eyes shook.

She stared at him. Something felt weird. Not good or bad, just weird. Like it didn't happen. Like that wasn't the guy she knew yesterday. Like that wasn't the man who violated her.

Oh god, I didn't actually tell her how I felt did I? Derek smirked to hide his thoughts from her. Whether or not he did, he had to play it off like it was no big deal. He turned his eyes away from her and walked to his chair.

Casey thought about turning around and going to take a shower but she decided to head to the kitchen.

Nora had just got done making up breakfast. Eggs and pancakes were stacked on separate plates on the island and she was piling now cooked bacon onto a plate.

"Hey Case! Just so you know, we are going to go out for lunch with Lizzie around one so be ready alright!" Casey nodded her head at her mom.

"Marti isn't coming?" Nora set the plate of bacon next to the eggs.

"Well I asked her and she said that she'd 'much rather be doing something else.' In those words mind you." Casey smiled. "I asked her what she will be doing and she said that she was going to play with Daphne and Daphne's new friend Brooke." She raised her eyebrows at Nora.

"So now she has two imaginary friends? Is that healthy?" Casey questioned jovially. Nora smiled and gave a little giggle.

"I'm sure it's fine. If she starts developing a community I'll worry, but I don't think that will happen." Nora handed Casey a plate. "Kids! Breakfast is ready!" Edwin and Derek walked into the kitchen. Marti started barreling down the stairs, hungry for some syrup-soaked pancakes."

Casey looked around.

"Where's Lizzie?" Edwin turned to Casey immediately.

"Probably upstairs sleeping still." She squinted at him and then started walking out of the kitchen. Edwin jogged ahead of Casey. "I'll get her!" He said loud, not turning back to Casey.

She shook her head and grabbed a plate. After getting her food she went to the dining room table. Derek was sitting in the chair with his food and Marti was on the couch with hers.

He leaned over to Marti and whispered something. Casey subconsciously leaned forward but at the moment he started speaking Lizzie and Edwin came tromping loudly down the stairs. They got into the kitchen, grabbed their food and sat next to Marti. Edwin was in the middle.

Nora had taken some food downstairs for her and George.

Casey stared down at her food.

I'm so alone. And they don't even see it...They are so blind to my pain. This isn't drama. I'm tired of drama. It's not even important anymore. I don't even know why it mattered so much before. I'd take those silly trifles...over this...any day...

She grabbed her plate of food that she hadn't even touched and took it to the kitchen. Casey took her fork and scraped every bit of food into the trashcan.

She set the plate down with an echoing 'clack' and walked upstairs to her room.