Don't push me off the edge.

Thirty seven

**** Derek's P.O.V****

I looked at my mother. She did something and I wasn't sure what. I would ask Emma what she said later. She would probably tell me. What would my mother even want to tell her? They just met five minutes ago. What could she wanna to her anyways? 

My mother stood at the door way waiting for me to step outside to the hallway. When I did, I gave one last glance at Emma before I stepped out.

She closed the door, not slowly or quickly. She shook her head looking disappointing or something.

" When in the hell did you met her?" She asked giving me the are you crazy look.

" Why do you care?" I asked. Narrowing my eye at her.

" Don't give me attitude," She demanded. I wasn't seven. I wasn't a child. " Answer my question."

" About a week or two ago. And I'll ask again. Why do you care?"

She shook her head once again. " Why are you here? It wasn't to see me. And I care because-" She caught herself and sighed. Laughing a little.

" Cause we wanted to see Paris? Something wrong with that mom?" I asked. Rolling my eyes.

" Whatever. I don't know if I'm supposed to tell you, but." She frowned. " She loves you." My heart started pounding. Love? I mean, I liked her, a lot. But she really loved me? I found it a bit odd and unbelievable. Was that what they were talking about?

" I- I Mean. I like her a lot but-"

" Don't. Just don't. You are in danger. She hasn't told you many things about herself and she can not be trusted what so ever. Don't think about her. In fact, leave-"

" No." I cut her off. " She's on my mind all the time. It's not simple to le-"

" You just met her like a week ago! You can't love her now. She hasn't said anything about her being a witch has she?"

" Maybe she has. And besides. She doesn't need to tell me everything about her. I don't want to be pushy. Only when she want's to tell me these things. And - just whatever. Why do you care again?"

" Cunt." She said under her breath. I was going to say something but I decided not to. " I only care because I happen to care about you're safety. I just want-"

" You always wanted me to be perfect growing up. We just got here. You just saw me. You just met Emma. Don't form an opinion until you get to know her." I demanded. Now I was the grown up here.

" Do you love her?" She asked. Did I? Maybe I did. Maybe I almost loved her. I really really liked her that was for sure. Maybe I did . . .

" I don't know. Maybe. I think I might." I shrugged. Shaking my head a little.

" That's what she said." She frowned. So she asked Emma the same question? Go figure.

" Mom," I said. Getting her eyes on mine. " I happen to love Emma. And there's nothing wrong with that. And, I really think she's-"

" There's a big problem with that. She can kill you. She has done so many things. And I can't really tell you damn laws. But she's done things that are unacceptable. I don't see why she has even taking a liking to you."

" She regrets them at least. I would rather have her regret doing whatever she did then be proud." Assuming she has killed people. She did say her hands were no longer clean when she sounded insane that one time. So I can just guess she killed people. And I can accept that. I haven't killed anyone. And I hope I don't have to. But I would regret it even if I hated the person I killed. 

" I can't believe this," She put a hand over her face. letting it fall. "My so-"

" Mom, stop. This is my life. And I'll make the fuck ups and you can't prevent them from happening. I really think you're wrong about Emma. She probably has done some things that she regrets. But everyone makes mistakes. Even you." 

I opened the door and walked back inside. Leaving my mother outside the door and hoping she would leave the hotel. I walked over to Emma who seemed to be lost in thoughts on the couch. Aaron waking up.