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"Casey, you don't need to do that," Jacob said, taking the dishes from her. He rinsed them, and set them in the dishwasher below, closing it. "That's what that is for. I don't want you doing ANY work while you're here, got it?" He smiled, and held out his hand. "C'mon. Lets go get changed,"

Casey was surprised when Jacob did that for her. "Uh, okay. I am just use to doing chores all the time and washing the dishes. That wouldn't be easy to get use to." She said, then smiled at him. She took his hand and went to his room. She grabbed her bag that had her clothes and such in it.

"No doubt you are, but you are also used to some things that I would never make you do. Ever," Jacob said, and walked into his room. He opened the door of his closet to a great deal many clothes. There was winter clothes on one side, and summer clothes on the other. In the back was his Bomber Jackets, leather jackets, and trench coats. "Want something?"

"I know you wouldn't do anything like that to me." Casey smiled at him, then kissed his cheek. She was really glad that she had found him again, even if she couldn't remembered what had happened before yesterday, but if she had to give him up to remember those times, she would be happy living on without them. She looked up at him and shook her head. "No, I brought a hoodie just in case it is really cold." She said, pulling out a pair of jeans and long sleeved shirt that had black and red stripes on it.

"C'mon! Take something! I've got enough as it is!" Jacob said, holding out his hand to her, and trying to bring her inside. He wanted to get her something special out of his closet, but he didn't know what she would want. He had a helluva lot of things, though. "Change in there, if you want, I have a lot of things here, you might want one. Take what you need, I don't mind,"

Casey sighed and rolled her eyes, taking his hand but her smile never faded. "Fine, since I already know you won't stop bugging me about if I don't." She said, looking into his closet. He had good taste in jackets, that was sure. She found a black leather jacket that looked a bit older so that it would probably fit her pretty well. She picked it out, looking it over. "How about this one? It looks like you've had for awhile so it is smaller, so it should fit me better than the rest of the jackets." She said, looking up at Jacob.

"That? I've had it since I was ten. Keep it, it's yours now. It would fit you perfectly," Jacob said, smiling. Then he grabbed his clothes from the inside of the closet. It was a pair of jeans, and his Jacket. Then he looked at Casey. "Uh, can I have the Van Halen shirt? I was planning on wearing that today..."

Casey smiled, then looked at the jacket. "Thanks." She said, give him a kiss on the cheek, even though he pretty much wouldn't stop bugging her if she didn't pick a jacket. She then went over to where her clothes were on the bed then looked over at him and nodded. "Sure, no problem." She quickly removed the Van Helen shirt and tossed it over to Jacob then put on her long sleeved t-shirt.

"No problem," Jacob said, and caught the shirt out of midair, putting it on himself. He slid on the jeans after taking off his shorts. Then he grabbed his combat boots, old World War 2 style Aviator Combat Boots, and put them on, lacing them up. Next was his jacket, and Aiviators. Then he was ready to go. He walked out the bathroom door, looking over his shoulder. "I'll be outside if you need me, k?"

Casey didn't know why he wanted to leave while she was changing, if what she thought what happened last night happened, then he shouldn't feel the need to stay out of the room while she changed because he already knew what her body looked like. Then she realized something, he probably had seen all of her scars, there were more than she would like to say. The ones that bothered her the most was the one that ran across her stomach like someone had cut open her stomach, which her father did to try to figure out more about how her organs work and to find the her venom sack. The one thing she didn't do just for fun was bite someone, she already knew the pain it would caused.

Jacob wanted to leave her alone while she was changing because he felt that she needed to be normal for a bit. He didn't care about the scars, because he knew what sort of jerk her father was. He had to do something about him. Also, he didn't really want for something to happen between them again. He already realized that he never used protection during it, and it wouldn't be good to happen again. Plus, he really wanted to get a smoke in. He had his car playing Rolling Stones, and he was leaning against his house, smoking a cigarette.

Casey felt like something was wrong, but she didn't know what was it but she decided to not think about it. She wished she didn't have to go back to her parents home, she liked being here with Jacob, it was so much more relaxing and she loved being with Jacob. She finished getting dressed and walked outside of the house and found Jacob. She smiled at him, wearing the leather jacket. "Ready to go." She said, joyous.

"Casey, I got something to tell you. I... I didn't use protection that night, and I wanted you to know now," Jacob said, and he looked at her with saddened eyes. He was worried that she might not take it too well. He had his hand on her shoulder, and his cigarette out. He knew how horrible her father would be to her, and he couldn't bear to think about what he might do. But he had to get her away from that man, and get her brother out of there.

Casey's eyes widen in surprise, but they were also filled with fear of what her father would do her. "Uh. Uh." She couldn't even think of what to say, before she knew it, she had fell to her knees, shaking. "Oh no, no, no. There is no telling what that cursed man, if you can call him that; will do to me when he finds out." She said shaking her head, but she wasn't mad at Jacob, she was pretty sure it had just slipped his mind and understood that happened sometimes but this is going to cause more problems than it was worth.

Jacob watched as she hit the ground on her knees, and his eyes widened. He got down on his knees, and hugged her, trying to comfort her as he would know how. She was always hurt by that man, and no longer. Jacob would fix that. "Casey, that man will do NOTHING to you. See this cell phone? I'm going to go to your house, and confront your dad. You call CPS, and tell him that Trevor isn't safe in that house, okay?"

Casey looked up at him in surprise. "Wait, if you confront my dad, the CPS will think you are Trevor's older brother and think that you are the reason he isn't safe if you let your temper get a handle of you." She said, she thought the plan was a good one, but she was also thinking things out, and how it would all turn out. Jacob and Trevor both have the same bright blonde hair and similar facial features that Casey lacked so it was easy to confuse Jacob and Trevor for brothers.

"Except they won't, Casey, because I would be getting your father angry, and if he gets angry enough, he will hit me. That's when the CPS come in," Jacob said, and he closed her hands around the phone. "Don't worry about me, Casey. I'll be fine, okay?"

Casey nodded, looking down at the phone her hands. "Alright, just promise you'll be careful." She said, her voice filled with concern as she looked back up at Jacob. She was worried it wouldn't go as he planned and things will only go south.

"Casey, I'll be fine. If he tries anything funny with me, anything at all, I will make him regret it, okay?" Jacob said, and walked to the car. He waved a hand, and started the engine, revving it up. He drove off, heading for Casey's old house. He got there in no time, and opened the passenger door, and got out. He patted his left chest pocket. Yep, still there, the old fellow. He knocked on the door, waiting for Mr. Smith to open the door.

Casey sighed then went back into the apartment, clutching the phone. She quickly dialed the number for CPS and told them everything and the address. They said they would head over there quickly. She hung up and waited, really nervous and scared.

Instead of Jackson, Mr. Smith, coming to the door, but instead, it was Miss Smith, Nicole. She looked to see who it was, but she didn't know who Jacob was. She opened the door, confusion on her face. "May I help you?" She asked.