I do not own Life with Derek, but I am taking the characters, and using MY OWN IDEAS to write this story.
Derek was let go of Casey's hand as soon as he had led her past the front door. She felt chills of fear running up her spine, not quite ready to face the loneliness that would surely immerse her home. Casey froze at the entranceway, looking around the lower level; it was as if the past few weeks hadn't even happened.
Lizzie's soccer ball was still at the front door where she had left it. Marti's stuffed animals littered the couch, while Edmund's betting book lay open on the kitchen table. George briefcase was by the kitchen doorway. Her mom's favorite perfume scent still lingered around the couch.
Casey saw all of this in the briefest of seconds. She had lost sight of Derek and felt completely and utterly alone. Upon remembering that her family was never coming home, that her life would never be normal again, she sank down to the floor, sobs wracking her body.
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Derek was in the kitchen when he heard the noise. It was a gut wrenching sound. His first thought was of Casey.
"CASEY??" He panicked, running out of the kitchen. He followed the choking sounds until he was at the front doorway, and found his step sister on the floor, crying as if the world had ended. Which, in a way, it had.
"Oh Casey, shhh… It's ok. Come here," He said soothingly, hugging her shoulders softly. His beautiful sister now clutched at his shirt, squeezing him with all her might, mumbling incoherently. "What? Casey you're going to have to speak up, I can't hear you."
She looked at him, tears in her eyes, even more pouring down her face, staining her shirt. Snot began to run down her nose. Even as she tried to speak, she was out of breath from crying, sobs interrupting her at every other word. "Don't (gasp, sob) leave (sob, gasp) me, please (gasp)," Casey begged him.
"Casey, I won't. Come on. Let's get you off the floor, and into your bed," He tried to reason with her. But it was as if she hadn't heard him. She was back down on the floor, doubled over, sobs still escaping her, curled up to protect herself.
Derek inwardly groaned. He was upset, too, actually dying on the inside. Concentrating on this poor person whom he had grown so much to care about, the person with whom he was now closest to, he was able to stay normal, and not break down. Derek picked up Casey, and carried her upstairs. But, at her request, laid her down in his bed.
He left the room to get tissues, ignoring everything around him, concentrating on the task at hand. After finding the box, he raced back into his room. He had almost burst into tears at the sight of
Edwin and Marti's rooms. In his room, Derek felt safe, and, for a moment, normal. Then he turned his attention back to Casey.
"Here, Case, I brought you these," He said to her. Her only response was to grab one, wipe her nose, and lay down on his bed.
She then looked up at him expectantly. He face must have shown his misunderstanding, for she proceeded to pat the spot next to her. "Derek, please. I (gasp), I (gasp, sob) can't be alone," Casey's voice broke on alone, and she was smothered by her sobs, yet again.
Derek lay down beside her. She leaned her head against his chest, still weeping. The only thing he was aware of as he fell asleep beside his step sister, was the dampness of his shirt, from her tears, and the feeling of comfort, the one that had been ripped out from underneath him when his family disappeared from this world, the one now being provided by Casey. He then slipped off into oblivion.
Again, a big thanks to my loyal readers. My story would not be as much fun to write, or as successful without you guys there to support me. Also, Rebecca, who helped me combine chapters (finally! Lol). Next chapter I'm planning on describing how the Venturi/McDonald family was killed. Btw, the dashes in the story show a character point of view change. Please comment!!
