Author's Note I wrote this chapter to be kind of tragic. I'm sure real multiple personality disorder isn't discovered as quickly as this, but I am speeding the process up because otherwise there would be a lot of boring writing. It's fiction, so I think I'm aloud to bend the realms of reality at least a little bit. I hope the chapter doesn't crush any hearts...Review! Constructive criticism!

Disclaimer I would talk BS if I said I own LWD. Cause I don't. Jeez. Do you think Daphne Ballon gets on here and writes Fan-Fiction? NO. No she does not.

Casey laid in her bed trying to fall asleep. The wait for a conclusion was agony. At this point in time she wasn't even sure if she wanted to see how it ended. At this point in time she couldn't remember how it began.

It was all my fault wasn't it? He thought I was trying to get in his pants. Ugh. I can't believe he said those dirty things to me. I'm so dirty. How could I let him do that to me? If only I didn't get knocked out, I could have stopped him. I could have gotten away. Gotten to Emily's house. At least talked to her parents. Maybe I wouldn't be so messed up now. So worried and scared and hurt. I feel like a torture victim but I was only…raped. That's TERRIBLE.

Casey rolled over angrily.

I am a rape victim and it's all my fault!

Her eyes started to well with tears.

And the real Derek doesn't even care. He just wants me to get over it. It JUST happened four days ago. FOUR days ago.

A glint of the moonlight flickered and Casey peered up at it from her lying position on her bed.

One day and my life is ruined. I can't remember any of my hopes or dreams. I can't remember why I wanted anything good out of this cruel world. How can I get anything good out of this sick and twisted dimension called earth? No one will want me now. Especially if I am pregnant. What will I tell my child if I give birth to it? 'Sorry, but your father is my step-brother and his body raped me, but you know it actually was some other rapist personality in the back of his head'.

Casey let a tear fall onto her pillow.

No. I couldn't live telling that to a kid. I couldn't. If I'm pregnant that kid is going up for adoption. How can I look at a kid knowing that it wasn't produced from love? It would be a production of hate. I can't raise a kid on hate. I can't raise a kid when I need to go to college!

She turned her face and buried it in her pillow. Casey let out a muffled scream. After a few deep breaths she took her face out of the pillow and looked at the moon again.

It's possible that I'm not though. Then I could just tell everyone that nothing happened. But I'm the worst liar ever. I can't lie. But then again if they don't ask, then I won't have to lie. But I'll know that I WOULD lie. It's not good enough. How will I let anyone get close to me knowing that my first time was just one big blur of hate. I won't like any sex. All of the sex I have will remind me of this. I wish I had never met Derek. I wish I would have never encouraged my mom to try dating again. That's my fault too. Everything is my fault.

All of it.

Derek got out of bed, hearing a scream coming from Casey's room. He snuck out of his door and opened hers. She laid there, facing her window. Derek looked down at her feminine curves and knew he would never touch them. Casey stirred, and Derek walked in and shut the door.

"Are you okay Casey?" He whispered. Casey turned to him, eyes red wet and dripping.

"Do I look okay to you?" She asked bitterly, then turned away. Awkwardly, he walked to the other side of her bed and kneeled. Her eyes were closed and Derek put their faces inches apart.

"Casey, I'm sorry about earlier." Casey's eyes opened and made a slightly mad, slightly confused face. Uncomfortable with how close they were she sat up. He stood and looked down at her.

"You don't expect me to forgive you do you?" She snapped. Derek's heart stung.

"Yeah, kind of." Casey leaned back, slightly amused because the pain of his expectancy was too much to bear.

"Well that's just too bad because I don't forgive you. You've done so much and you expect me to just all of a sudden be okay?" Derek looked at her, not answering. He was frustrated, torn between wanting to push her further like he usually did but not wanting to because she was his pillar to lean on.

"I need you." He said as quietly as possible. Casey laughed.

"You need me?" Derek nodded his head yes. Casey stood up, looking angrily at him in the face. "Why don't you do something to prove you need me?" He thought for a moment. What does she want me to do? Derek scanned her in the dark. Her curves looked more prominent in the moonlight and his manly desires tortured him within, turning him inside out. Shaky hands grabbed Casey and pulled her into kiss him. Furious, Casey pushed him away causing him to stumbled backward and fall to the ground. She wiped his saliva off of her mouth.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" She yelled out. A pair footsteps from Edwin's room could be heard.

"How do you want to me to prove I need you?" He asked angrily. Casey didn't answer, and held out a hand. He grabbed it and she pulled him up. Lizzie opened the door and looked frightened. Edwin came behind her and eyed the scene. Casey looked dangerously at them, not feeling like herself. Feeling angry. Angry at herself and at everyone who knew her.

"I'm fine okay? If Mom and George come up, please cover." Casey directed Lizzie. They nodded and shut the door. Knowing them, Casey knew well enough not to say anything until she knew they were gone.

Minutes passed and she felt safer. Nora and George being in the basement helped a lot for the noise factor.

"Derek. Why did you kiss me?" Casey asked, putting emphasis on every word. He rolled his eyes at her and sat in her desk chair.

"Casey, what am I supposed to do? My dad hates me, you hate me, Edwin hates me…Do you know how long it's been since I talked to Sam? He said that it's my fault, but I'm so scared to ask what happened because I'll look stupid, and I don't think I should have to worry about making sure you feel needed because I'm the one going crazy!" Casey looked around in frustration.

"Will you stop caring how you look? And what about me? I still might be pregnant remember? Or do you not care about your baby if there is one?" Derek bit his lip. He had heard her say that she might be pregnant before, but it hadn't actually occurred to him that it would be his and her baby. "Got nothing to say? Good, because that is a first." Casey crossed her arms, dignified with his speechlessness. After a few moments of silence Casey sat down.

No other moment, and no other person could have made her feel as terrible as she felt now.

And I never thought I'd know what it felt like…wanting to just…die.

"Casey. If you are pregnant…what are you going to do?" Casey put her head in her hands.

"Give it up. All of it." Derek furrowed his eyebrows, not quite sure what she meant. "My life is over because of you." She muttered in a helpless tone.

"Quit being a drama queen." Casey glared at him, and instinctively stood. She walked slowly to him, biting back all her choice words, all her tears. Her hand reached up and slapped him hard across the face.

"Quit. Being. Insensitive. You don't know what it's like to be raped." Derek twitched and started to cry.

"Stop it!" He screamed. "Stop it! I didn't do it! I swear!" His scream was that of a five year old. High-pitched and piercing.

"Derek, be quiet!" She whispered hoarsely, afraid of his strange voice.

"I didn't!" He began to sob, and rock back and forth.

"Didn't what?" Derek's body began to jerk as though he were being beaten with an invisible object.

"STOP IT!" His tears were fervent, and Casey was starting to panic. "STOP IT! I WANT DADDY! MOMMY! WHERE ARE YOU!! WHY'D YOU LEAVE ME-E-E-E!!" Derek was squealing. Casey ran out of the room and down to the basement.

Not caring for the privacy of her mom and step-dad in this moment of terror she flung the door open.

"George!" She whimpered out, breathless and scared. "George!!" He slowly stirred. In the background she could hear the kid Derek screaming from his teen body.

"Casey? What do you need?" He muttered beneath the covers.

"Get up! It's Derek! I don't- I just-!" Casey's heart was racing a mile a minute. Both Nora and George got out of bed and Casey ran up the stairs not waiting for them.

As Casey returned to his child screams Marti was opening her bedroom door, wondering what the voice was.

"Go to Edwin's room." She tried to whisper endearingly, trying to reassure her, but she just glanced in the direction of Casey's room, ran up Edwin's attic stairs, and slammed the door behind her.

George and Nora got to Casey and George ran past her into Casey's room.

"DADDY!" He cried out. It was terrifying to watch, and the cries he emitted rattled her bones. His scream, she knew, would always stay with her. A life of nightmares. That's all that lies ahead for me and him.

George wrapped Derek in his arms.

"D-daddy's here, D-Derek." He didn't know how to handle the insanity of his son.

"He's going to- to…" Derek began to mutter. His eyes were fluttering closed.

"Who? He who? What's he going to do?" Derek started to convulse as he did earlier, and shook himself out of George's grip.

"MAKE HIM STOP!" Derek's nails were digging deep into his chest. Casey began to sob violently without a tear, her hands shaking uncontrollably. Nora reached and hid her daughter's face from the scene.

"Make who!" George cried out desperately.

"I CAN'T TELL! HE'LL KILL ME-E-E! I WANT DADDY!!" George started to well with tears. The change in Derek's voice made George feel like a helpless parent, the worst way to feel.

"I'm here Derek! You don't have to tell me! Just stop! I'm here." Derek stopped shaking and crying. His body was exercised, and calm from the sound of his father's voice. George pulled his son back into his arms and rocked him back and forth. Casey kept her face hidden, she was still sobbing. Nora was horrified and could do nothing but pet Casey's hair to comfort both of them.

The tension did not release for hours. George lifted the sleeping Derek and laid him in Casey's bed as he was too heavy to carry to his own room. Casey struggled to fall asleep on the living room couch as George and Nora paced in the kitchen. She could hear their strained mutterings, but not exactly what they were saying. Part of her didn't want to hear, for all she could hear was a tortured five year old.

Something happened to him and it's my fault it's coming out. What did I say to make him start screaming? They all have jobs? What was that personality's job? To cry for Mom and Dad? What did I say?

Casey tried to remember before the screaming.

I got mad and slapped him. I told him…I told him…

Her eyes tightened the close as though it would help her remember.

Oh yeah! He called me a drama queen and I slapped him and said he didn't know what it was like…to be raped.

Casey's eyes opened and stared at the blank screen of the television.

Does that mean Derek was raped as a kid? And I made another personality come out to cry for Mom and Dad because he was reliving it?

She flipped herself over to face the cushions.

I don't even want to go to school tomorrow. If I do I don't want to come back here. He doesn't need me…Are you happy Derek? You proved how much you don't need me. I've brought out the worst inside of you. Terrible memories that you should just keep locked inside.

Her last thoughts were bloody and self-hating. They had become as dark and grim as the occuring events. All of it seemed to stack invisibly on top of her and she finally succumbed to slumber.