Disclaimer: I do NOT own Life With Derek.
A/N: Okay, so I promised my readers of "This is not what we planned!" that I would write another LWD story, so after waiting for the bus and seeing a street lamp flicker off, I got this idea. I hope you enjoy it, and there will be many more chapters to come, but the updates might take a while seeing as I am a senior in high school and trying to get ready for graduation and then college.
He spent his restless nights looking out the window, watching the girl by the street lamp. It wasn't that he cared about her, he had plenty women in his apartment Just as he was sure she had many men each night. He saw her come and go, night after night. Each night the outfits became smaller and the make-up became thicker.
Derek didn't know why eh was so entranced by the girl. She only looked to be sixteen. He had as much right to watch her as she did being on the streets at such a young age. He told himself that it was just his tired mind.
He was lying in bed, watching the girl, she was jittery as usual and smoking a cigarette A large SUV pulled up beside her barely covered body. She climbed in the passenger seat and the vehicle drove away. Derek thought nothing of this considering it happened several times a night.
His stomach made a strange noise, signaling that he better feed it or it would eat itself. He climbed out of bed and made his way to the kitchen in the dark. It was a small area that consisted of an old refrigerator, a gas stove, a small sink, and a microwave. He opened up one of the few cabinet and grabbed an almost empty bag of chips, setting them on the small rickety table. He grabbed a plastic glass and poured some grape kool-aide. It wasn't that he liked the stuff per-say, but it was left over from his four-year-olds visit last week. Caitlyn loved grape kool-aide.
He grabbed the chips and made his way back to his room, kool-aide in one hand, chips in another. He fell down on the bed and turned his attention towards the window.
The girl was already back and she was lying motionless by the street lamp. Derek was unsure of what to do. Finally he made his decision.
Leaving his midnight snack untouched he slipped on some shoes and a jacket and ran outside. He crossed the road, forgetting what his mother had told him about looking both ways, and ran up to the girl's small body. Different sanarios of what had happened were running through his head.
He saw that the girl's chest was moving, slowly, but she was still alive. He searched his pajama pants for his cell phone before he realized it was back in his apartment
"Shit." He muttered to himself before bending down and picking the girl up. He carried her up the three flights of stairs. The elevator had been broken long before he moved in and this was one of the times he cursed his bad luck.
As he arrived at his door he became thankful that he hadn't shut or locked his door on the way out. He walked into the darkened room and slid his arm across the wall until he found the light switch. The harsh light caused the girl in his arms to stir and he was happy that she was able to respond.
He layed her down on the well-worn couch and took his spot across from her in a recliner. There wasn't going to be any sleeping for him. He watched her as the hours went by. She never stirred. Eventually Derek fell asleep in the recliner just hours before dawn broke.
As the sun came over the horizon the girl on the couch rubbed her eyes. She had no idea where she was, or what had happened.
"What the?" She looked down at her revealing outfit. This was not acceptable for her and she got up with the intention to find more appropriate clothing.
Derek heard her wake and he himself pried his eyes open. He saw the girl looking around, horror and confusion was written all across her face.
"Who the hell are you?' She asked, horror became more prominent.
"I'm Derek. I found you knocked out on the street. I brought you back here, you must be hungry." He noticed her small frame looked unnatural.
"Well actually," The girl was cut off by the sound of her stomach.
"That's what I thought." Derek smirked. It was that smirk that had gotten him many girls in high school, and even more today. "So, what's your name?"
"Casey." The girl was apprehensive as she followed Derek into the small kitchen.
"Nice to meet you Casey. Now, what do you want to eat?"
"Um, how about some toast?" She was still hesitant to the man who had taken her in.
"What else?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Eggs?" She wasn't sure what the man had, what his intentions were, or why she was even there in the first place.
"Okay." Derek pulled the contents out of his refrigerator.
"What happened to me? Where is my mom and Lizzie?"
"I don't know. What I do know is that you stay out there by the street lamp every night. You would go with men and last night you got knocked out. I found you and brought you here." Derek explained.
"The last thing I remember is graduation." There was silence as Casey thought things over. "What is today's date?"
"October 5, 2010." Derek answered and Casey's eyes went wide.
"I graduated on May 14, 2006." Casey said with in a frightened tone. "I can't remember anything after that." Derek's face went white and the skillet he had just picked up clanged to the floor.
"We need to get you to a doctor." He stated. Casey shook her head in disagreement.
"I can't. I just want to find out what happened to me these past few years." She was rubbing her temples. "Something drastic must have happened."
A/N: Okay, now you know what is going on. Why don't you leave a nice little review?