Sabrina ; The next generation

Twenty-eight

Uncle Marco promised not to tell mum or dad anything.

Though he's horrible at secrets so I hope he can keep this one.

Today, I was meeting my birth dad and I was absolutely terrified. I had already spent hours in front of my mirror, trying to look nice.

I wanted him to like me.

I didn't want him to look at me and think 'how happy I am that I gave that up for adoption'

I need him to like me.

"Bree?"

I looked at Alec through the mirror as he stood in the doorway to my room.

"Can I talk to you for a second?"

I shrugged.

"I'm getting ready to meet my birth dad." I said and walked over to my jewellery, finding the rings I wanted to wear today.

"That's the thing..." Alec sighed and closed the door behind him, leaning against it, but he didn't say anything else.

I cocked an eyebrow as I looked at him, feeling just a tad confused.

"Is that why you hate me?" I asked. "Because mum found my birth dad but not yours?"

Alec rolled his eyes.

"My birth parents died, Sabrina. I couldn't meet them even if I wanted to."

Oh... right.

"Then why do you hate me?"

"I don't hate you."

"I don't know if I quite believe you."

Alec walked over to my desk and took a seat in my desk chair, folding his hands as he looked at me while I found some earrings to put on.

"I've always been jealous of you, Sabrina."

I looked at him.

"Jealous?" I scoffed. "Of me? Why? Because I can get girls and you can't?"

"Am I not the one with a girlfriend?"

I rolled my eyes.

"You've always known where you come from. I haven't." He said. "I know it's not a reason to be jealous, but all I know is that my parents died. I don't even know if I'm full black or if I'm mixed, and I don't have a chance to get those answers."

"Actually you do." I said. "Take a DNA test, Alec. It'll tell you where you come from."

"Then why didn't you just do that?"

I sighed.

"Because I've got more questions than just where I come from. I want to know whose eyes I've got or why I'm a hundred and seventy-nine tall."

Alec didn't say anything. He simply looked towards the windows but he had an expression on his face that I recognised.

"Alec..." I sighed. "...what's wrong with you?"

That sounded way more judgemental than I wanted it to.

"Why are you friends with those creeps?" I asked. "You're nothing like them."

"And what do you know about that?" He asked and looked at me again. "Do you even know anything about me? We're not close... you've got Mia and Eli."

Is he serious?

I summoned my wand and pointed it at him.

"Flipendo!"

Alec flew back, groaning as his body fell against the floor.

"You've got to stop doing that." He let out a breath and got up on his knees, wrapping an arm around his ribs while placing a hand against the floor.

"How are you so fucking stupid?!" I yelled. "I always wanted and I always tried to form some sort of bond to you but you always pushed me away! You always chose those dumb friends just like you always let them talk to me like that!"

He looked at me.

"I was fourteen!" My voice cracked but I gritted my teeth, not wanting to start crying. "He was twenty, calling a fourteen-year-old a slut for not wanting to have an orgy with four adults!"

Then his eyes left me. He looked ashamed as he sat back against the wall, taking in a deep breath.

"I looked up to you when I was younger. I wanted to be like you. You made prefect in fifth year, head boy in seventh. You passed all your NEWT's with straight 'O's and I always struggled to keep up. I wanted to be as good as you to everything and I wanted you to see how hard I was trying to do just that. I wanted you to be proud of me but instead, you let your friends harass me for years and I say nothing just 'cause I don't want you to hate me!"

A silence fell upon the room. Alec didn't say anything — he simply rubbed his hand against his ribs.

"But I've never been good enough." I scoffed. "I haven't got one single 'O' for my O.W.L.s and I probably won't get one for my NEWTs either."

I grabbed my phone and it shoved it into the back pocket of my jeans before I also grabbed my wand and marched out of my bedroom.

"Mum!" I shouted. "Dad! When are we leaving?"

I made my way down the stairs just as mum left the kitchen, holding a cup of coffee.

"Dad will drive you there." She told me. "I would but I have to leave for a meeting down at the newspaper in fifteen minutes."

I nodded.

"Right, but he's staying in the car. He's already messed it up once."

Mum offered a small smile as I continued my way down the stairs.

"Don't be so hard on him, love." She told me. "He didn't mean to mess it up and he made it right again."

I shrugged.

"He's outside." She told me. "The car won't start."

"Has he tried with magic?"

Mum nodded.

"Yes... but magic won't work on something like that." She told me. "Go help him. You're good with cars."

"So is dad." I said, making my way towards the door. "He's the one who taught me."

I put on my shoes and said goodbye to mum before leaving the house. Dad stood in front of his car, the bonnet of the car open. He grabbed the edges of the car and looked into it, trying to figure out the problem.

"Hi dad."

"Hi darling." He responded, looking at me. "It shouldn't take long. The stupid car won't start."

"Then why don't we apparate?"

"We probably have to." He straightened up and brushed his hands together before closing the bonnet. "Because there is no way I'm driving your mum's car."

Dad hates the jeep. He says he hates the feeling of driving it and he also don't trust mum as a driver so he doesn't want to drive with her.

Mum had a tendency of speaking on the phone while she was driving and paying attention to everything but the road.

Sometimes she'd speed as well.

"Are you excited to meet him?" Dad asked as we walked back inside.

"I'm mostly scared." I admitted, wrapping my arms around myself. "But I'm sure I'll feel fine once I meet him."

"See, that's the attitude that makes you a Silverberry-Weasley." Dad grinned. "I'll go tell your mother about the car, and then we're apparating."