'Get in the CAR OR YOU CAN WALK, get in the CAR or you can WALK, car or walk, car or walk. WHY DIDN'T I WALK!' Casey thought nervously as Sam drove down the wrong side of the street. He swerved past four cars and Casey stared out the window in horror as she saw the signal lights rapidly pass by. 'I could always jump…' she thought as Sam began slurring something incoherent to her. She leaned over slightly to see how fast the car was going, 'what am I saying? Jump? I can't jump. We're going 145MPH.' She screamed as Sam barely missed a lady walking her dog. -Had Casey not been in fear for her life she would have wondered who would be walking their dog at this time of night- 'Oh my God… okay I'm gonna do it, I'm gonna jump.' She took one look through the back window and saw no one behind them. 'Oh this is gonna hurt…' she opened the car door bracing herself for the fall and tried to throw herself out. But she couldn't escape. 'What the hell?' she wondered as she tried to find the source that prevented her from falling. She looked and noticed that she was still wearing her seatbelt.

"What are you doing?" Sam demanded as he felt the cool air inter the car.

She took one last look at him and undid her seatbelt. She fell out of the car faster than expected. When she hit the ground she scrapped her leg and fell backwards. Her head hit the ground with a loud "Pack" sound; the last thing she saw was Sam's taillights turning red before everything went black.

Dream

The room was dark, except for the occasional flash of colored light that came off of the disco ball. Casey looked down at her body; she was wearing a powder blue sleeveless dress with a slit up to her hip and silver sequins down the sides. She was holding a glass of punch and gazing at the dance floor. "Um… can we talk?" Derek asked as he walked up behind her. Startled, she turned around so fast that she almost spilled her punch.

"Sure. What about?" she asked wondering why he wasn't dancing with his date Milley. 'Wait… I remember this. This is my senior prom! Didn't I just jump out of a car? Wheres Sam? Why am I here?'

"About you and Sam." Derek said hesitantly. He was slightly rocking back and forth and to Casey he looked nervous. But why?

"Oh not this again" she said exasperated. "I already told you: I love you like a brother. There's nothing wrong with me and Sam's relationship." Casey thought about it, 'that's not what I wanna say! I wanna say: 'He's drunk get him away from me!" she mentally scolded her younger self wondering why she had no control over her mouth.

"No it's not that." He said quickly.

"Then, what about me and Sam?" she asked.

"Look, he's really drunk. And its just…" he trailed off hoping that she could understand what he was saying. Seeing as she looked bewildered he continued. He took a deep breath " He just beat up half of the hockey team for no reason, and if you say anything to him he gets all pissed off. I just… I don't want you to go home with him tonight. He's a different person when he's drunk. I don't think he knows what he's doing and he's starting to get possessive…"

"Derek, I'm sure he's fine. So he's a little wasted. We have a limo remember?" she said dismissively. 'What are you saying? You saw how angry he got when another man flirted with you. Why are you doing this?' she mentally scolded herself.

'Look! I just don't want you to get hurt alright!' Derek said in frustration. She was starting to understand that she was reliving a memory. Of all the memories she had of her and Derek talking why was this one so important…

End Dream

Casey slowly opened her eyes. 'Where am I? Am I dead' she wondered as her vision began to clear. She turned to her side and saw a picture of herself sitting down at the beach. 'This isn't my room… this looks a lot like… Oh crap!' she was in Sam's room, and if she was in Sam's room that would mean that she's in his apartment. 'How the hell did I get into Sam's apartment?' she didn't remember coming here tonight. The last thing she remembered was red lights.

"You're awake." Sam said coldly. Casey stared at him. "You jumped out of my car on the way over here." He was still drunk and she knew it. When she looked into his eyes they were glazed and not completely focused. "Tell me something Case," Then she noticed he was holding a bottle of beer. "Are you scared of me?" he asked casually. She knew she should choose her words carefully because he was even more drunk now then he was when he was driving.

Sitting up from her position on the bed she stuttered "N-n-no" then cleared her throat.

"Liar." He stated. Then he brought the bottle to his lips and drank the last of it. When he was finished he lowered the bottle and made a satisfied "ahh" sound. Then out of nowhere he became angry and threw the bottle against the wall.

Casey shrieked and flinched as she heard the bottle collide with the wall and shatter. "What's wrong with you!" she shouted.

"You shouldn't lie Case!" he said disgustingly while shaking his head. Casey was beginning to get scared.

"I'm not lying" she gulped.

"Bullshit" he yelled. She was starting to recoil into the bed. "If you're not scared of me then why did you jump out of a moving car to get away from me?!"

"I … I …I don't know" she said quietly.

"There you go," he said while shaking his head disappointedly "lying again…"His voice was dangerously low and he was glaring at her. "I was thinking, if you want to see someone else then why don't you… you do want to see someone else right?"

"N-no of course not!" she said while getting out of the bed. "Wh-what would make you say something like tha-that?" she stuttered. She was now staring at him from the opposite side of the room.

"Is it Tim?" he asked coldly. He was staring at her intently and she had a blank look on her face.

"Who?' she wondered.

"The waiter Casey, the waiter." He said impatiently. "You cannot be that stupid you both were flirting right in front of me tonight."

Casey mentally slapped herself on the forehead. 'The waiters name was Tim… oh crap he's really pissed off…' she began to chew on her lower lip.

"It's Derek," he said in a low voice-while his left eye twitched- "isn't it". It wasn't a question. He stared at her menacingly as he advanced on her. Casey was frightened. She ran full speed into the kitchen -ignoring the increasing pain in her leg- but Sam was on her tail. He grabbed her arm forcing her to turn around. "Why are you running from me?" he asked menacingly. "You say you're not scared of me." He said while tightening his grip on her arm, Casey squealed in pain. He pulled her closer as she tried to break free. "Do you really want to see other people?"

Casey stood there in shock. Then out of nowhere, she heard Derek's voice in her head. 'Casey. Sam gets possessive and aggressive when he's drunk. I don't want you to get hurt.' Casey thought about it. 'He gets possessive and aggressive… oh…my… GOD!' When Casey came out of her thoughts she realized that Sam had raised his hand.

"You worthless slut" he shouted as he slapped her.

Casey fell to the floor hard. She began to sob and once she started he kicked and hit her more. "Stop…STOP!" she yelled as he continued to kick her.

"You want me to stop?" he shouted as he grabbed her by her neck and started shacking her. She nodded her head 'yes' and continued to whimper. "If you want me to stop then say it! Say you want to be with me." He yelled. When it took her a while to answer he slapped her hard in the mouth.

Casey gasped as her lower lip busted open and blood gushed out. "I-I'll stay wi-with you," she whispered.

"I didn't hear you," he said in a low voice while still shaking her.

"I want to- to stay with you." She exclaimed hoping that he would stop beating her up.

"Good." He said as he pushed her back down again. "And don't take so long next time. I don't like hurting you, but I had no choice."

Casey laid on the floor crouched over in pain as she watched him walk away, back towards his bedroom.

"COME ON" she heard him yell, then slowly got off of the floor and walked back to his room.

'I have to get out of here' she thought.