Sabrina ; The next generation

Eighteen

I woke up with a groan, burying my face into my pillow.

I hated mornings.

I hated waking up. I loved being awake but I hated waking up. It was too much work and I just wanted to stay and sleep a little longer.

"Good morning, my love."

I shrieked at my mum's voice, immediately turning onto my back before sitting up. Mum stood in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe while fiddling with the rings on her fingers.

Her hair was brushed back and she was wearing high-waisted black trousers and a white blouse with the sleeves folded up.

"Mum what the fuck..."

"When you were little, I sometimes stayed up just to watch you sleep." She told me. "It was peaceful knowing that you were safe in bed, safe in whatever dream you were having. Your dad always urged me to get back in bed, but sometimes I'd fall asleep in the chair in the corner of your nursery."

What's the point of this conversation?

"It was the same with your siblings, but it happened more frequently with you. I think it's because we knew you were our last child."

I ran a hand through my hair, frowning as I looked at mum. I was so confused as to why she was telling me this.

"I just got home." Mum breathed. "The meeting was longer than I had expected and then there was paperwork. I ended up falling asleep in my office in New York. I think your dad is a bit upset with me."

She pushed herself away from the doorframe before she walked over to take a seat on the edge of my bed.

"As women, unfortunately we have to look out for ourselves more than men have to. We can't walk alone at night and if we do, we need to have a way to defend ourselves... and we certainly cannot walk into knockturn alley on our own."

Ahhh, there it was. Her point.

"Your dad told me you ran into Alec and his friends, am I right?"

I nodded.

"Care to tell me what happened?"

Mum's voice was soft and it was obvious that she wasn't upset with me.

"Why aren't you asking Alec?" I asked. "He witnessed it all. He's the one who just stood there without trying to get them to leave me alone."

Mum sighed.

"Alec didn't come home last night and we can't reach him."

"What?"

"He's probably just staying with one of his friends. Probably too scared to even come home after yesterday."

Then I told her everything about yesterday. How I only walked into knockturn alley to get Alec out of there, how his friends surrounded me, how Ethan stopped me from closing my blouse all the way up and how he said I just hadn't been fucked by the right guy yet.

And I told her about the knife as well. How I used it like she told me to but he got a hold of it, then got rid of it.

Mum sighed and stood up after I finished the explanation, pushing her hands into the pockets of her trousers while turning towards me.

"Are you made that I went into knockturn alley?" I asked, but she shook her head.

"No. I would have done the same thing when I was your age." She said. "But we did set up that rule for a reason. We didn't go through the whole adoption process only for you to get killed. It's money wasted, my darling."

I snickered at mum's joke and she smiled at me before she walked out of my room.

With a groan, I threw my head back down against the pillow, staring up at the Demi Lovato poster on my ceiling.

I had been a fan of them for years and as I grew up, I started finding them hot.

Dad laughed when I put a poster up of them on my ceiling but I was thirteen and I was very serious about it and got offended. I even slammed the door in my dads face, which only resolved in my getting scolded.

After staring at Demi Lovato for another moment, I forced myself out of bed and got dressed into a pair of ripped mom jeans and my beloved t-shirt that actually isn't mine. I stole it from Eli before he and Mia moved out.

When I got down to the kitchen, dad was standing behind the kitchen island, making breakfast while mum sat at the table with uncle Fred.

"Well if it isn't my favourite niece." He grinned, pushing his feet up on the table but mum quickly shoved them over the edge again. "Oi!"

"Go throw your feet on the table in your own home, Freddie."

"Why're you here?" I asked my uncle as I sat down by the table. "It's like nine in the morning."

"See, that is a great question." He nodded. "An absolute great question."

I noticed mum roll her eyes while I simply frowned at my uncle.

"A question you're going to answer?" I asked.

"Robin called him old." Mum answered for him. "He got offended and came here."

Of course.

"There're some holes to that story, Alliandra." Uncle Fred said. "He didn't just call me old. He called me old and childish."

Mum gasped dramatically, placing a hand against her heart.

"That's outrageous! How'd you survive?!"

"Ha... ha." Fred narrowed his eyes at her and she smiled in satisfaction while she got up and walked over to dad before Uncle Fred put his attention on me. "I heard you walked in on Robin wanking."

My eyes widened.

"That wasn't my fault!" I hurried to say. "Teach your son to lock his door if he wants to masturbate."

Fred snorted with laughter and when I looked at my parents, they both stared at me.

"Alright, who masturbates that early in the day?" I asked. "It's not my fault!"

"When did you walk in on Robin—" Dad frowned, waving a knife around so that mum had to take it before he hit something... or someone.

I shrugged.

"A few days after we got home." I said. "I was in the shop, talked to Hannah and then went upstairs to see Robin... I did see Robin actually... a bit too much if I have to be completely honest."

Again, Uncle Fred broke into laughter and mum tried to keep hers back but she ended up joining him while dad shook his head and grabbed the knife so he could continue cutting fruit.

"Bina, go check the post, will you?" Dad asked and I nodded before I stood up, pushing the chair back before walking out into the foyer.

The owls always dropped off our post through the crack in the door so in the morning, they'd be out here.

I picked them up and looked at the front of the Daily Prophet before walking into the kitchen to throw it all on the kitchen island.

"There's a letter from grandma Maggie."

"Yeah?" Mum who had been washing her hands, wiped them on the back of dads shirt, causing him to frown at her but she ignored it and walked over to look through the post.

"Oh—" she picked up another letter. "...there's one from Charlotte as well."