Chapter 4
"Confidence gives a conversation more substance than the spirit."
-La Rochefoucauld
My dad showed up with Derek in tow half an hour later. I got Scott's mom to call him, and when she told me he was not answering his phone I face palmed. I had cuffed him! He can't reach his phone. Damn it! But maybe it is better my dad knows nothing about Scott.
So when my Dad and Derek walked through my door I just could not help myself to stare at Derek, and he smiled. It wasn't a full blown all lips-and-teeth smile, but it was a smile. I smiled back and my dad coughed a few times before I was aware of him.
"Do not tell me that he is…" he started, but I interrupt him.
"We are so not talking about that here. Okay?" I told him.
My dad nodded and Derek looked confused.
"So son. What do you want to show me?" My dad asked.
"I need to talk to Derek first! Can you go out for a minute?" Dad walked out of the room, but I knew he was standing by the door.
Derek raised his eyebrows and came to my bed. Sitting down with a thoughtful expression.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
"Loopy on drugs, but I feel fine!" I joked but was turned serious when I saw he didn't find it funny. "Derek, really I'm fine."
He nodded. "So what did you do to get them to pull me out of jail?"
"Nothing...so you see. My dad has to see you changing…"
"No way!"
"We need my dad on our side. We need to show him, or he's going to throw you right back in jail."
"He'll kill me right on the spot!"
"Are you really afraid of my dad?" I tried to sit up and Derek grabbed me under the arms to help me.
"No not really, but a whole building of cops, maybe."
"Okay…ahem… Derek I'm sitting. You can let go now!" His arms stayed locked around my body.
"I can't!" he whispered.
"Why not? I asked.
"I can't let you go, ever!" Derek sounds miserable.
"Okay!" I let him hold me a while, and It was nice to be held. Derek was warm and his heartbeat was luring me into a light sleep.
"Are you doing some sort of werewolf magic thing right now?" I asked sleepily.
"Not that I know of."