Forget Me Not

14. My Pack

I heard the doorbell ring, "I got it, I got it, move, move, move" I came tumbling down the stairs I slammed against the door and pulled it open seeing Derek "hey" I smiled, he carried a bouquet of flowers, he I can tell he tried not to look scruffy, he didn't succeed but he tried.

I opened up the door all the way to let him in , Olga took the flowers out of his hands, and found a vase to put them in, my mother and father walked down the steps elegantly.

Mental freaking eye roll, I specifically told them, no need to make this a big deal and she pulls out an extravagant fucking dress, and who the hell wears tuxedos in there own home, my freaking dad that's who.

We sat at the table "so your name is Derek Hale correct" my father asked "yeah" he told him "my name is Michael this is my wife Amanda" my dad introduced "nice to meet you" Derek said.

My mother carried a smirk on her face then took a sip of her drink. Yeah she's about to say slick.

She put her drink down "so how many girls basements do you sleep in" she asked "mom" I warned her "just Audrey's" Derek said with embarrassment, Olga set the plates down and slightly shook her head.

"So Derek, how did you and my daughter meet" my father asked, wrong question but he's the only one making an effort.

"At a bar" Derek said stupidly, my mothers eyes shot open, she looked at me "so how old are you exactly" my mother asked "Derek saved me from being drugged" I blurted, shedding light, "looks like we owe you one sir" my dad smiled "but how old are you" my mom asked again.

"Twenty-four" Derek told her "and you are aware of my daughters age" she asked, Derek nodded "and you are aware of the term pedophile right" she asked "actually mom, when your sixteen or older it's not counted as pedophilia as long as I'm consenting" I corrected her.

"So you're just into older guys, what is wrong with you" my mom asked "maybe it's the fact I lacked parental figures" I remarked, "I gave you everything you wanted" my mother told me "ha, lie again" I rolled my eyes.

"So Derek what's got you interested in my daughter" my father asked.

"What the hell do you mean lie again, look at this house and everything you do" my mom pointed out.

"Well she's very mature, and bright" Derek said.

"Mom I don't remember anytime we have ever sat at a table together, I don't remember you in any part of my childhood except for when you were trying to turn me into some pop star wanna be" I yelled at her.

"Yeah she's definitely got that spark" my father said.

"Listen you ungrateful little brat I know I may not have been there but I definitely made sure you had everything" my mother yelled back.

"I didn't need everything" I yelled, "I needed my family, so don't get surprised when there's an older boy".

"He's not a boy he's a man" my mom sipped her drink.

"I hate you, you evil bitch" I said with venom laced in my voice.

The whole table stopped and brought there attention towards me.

"Aubrey" Derek gasped at me "that is you're mother, she may have not been there for you but she's the reason you're here".