Sabrina ; The next generation

Seventy-five

I ran my finger in circles over Naomi's shoulder, watching her sleep peacefully in my bed.

I was crying silently, watching her face. She was so beautiful and she was going to hate me, but I just couldn't handle this anymore.

"Please forgive me." I whispered, before crawling off the bed, making my way over to her jacket that hung over the back of my chair.

I went through her pockets, hoping that she had something on her, but of course she hadn't brought any drugs to her girlfriends home when that girlfriend is going through detox.

Girlfriend?

Did I still have that title?

Probably not after this.

I found her phone and unlocked it with the face-I'd I had installed on hers. I transferred money to my own account, then found my jacket and put it on.

I found a pair of shoes in my closet, then made sure I had my card on me before I crawled out of my window.

I tried being careful but suddenly it all went to shit as I fell and rolled off the roof, landing on the grass with a thump, and pain shot throughout my leg, but I forced myself up.

A light turned on in my parents bedroom and then I sprinted off, ignoring the pain in my leg.

I kept running I had to throw up again but after puking into some bushes, I continued running down the street and towards town.

I slowed down when I was a good while from home.

I found an ATM and made a withdrawal of the money I had send from Naomi's account, then I made my towards the house of someone I knew would have drugs and no problem selling some to me.

I pulled the hood of my jumper up over my head and then pushed my hands into the pockets, looking over my shoulder and in the direction of my house.

Then my phone rang and I nearly shat right there. I pulled it from my pocket, my dad's picture on the screen, but I declined it, then turned off my phone so that they couldn't track it.

When I reached the flats where one specific dealer lived, I stopped for a moment and looked up, taking a deep breath.

Then I walked in.

Graffiti were written across the walls in the hallway and the lights weren't working, so I started climbing the stairs, looking for the specific name on the different doors.

I found it on the fifth floor, and I took a deep breath, looking at the name.

Tomas Vazquez.

I rang the doorbell and I heard someone curse loudly on the inside, as if they were frightened by the sound.

I stared into the door spy, knowing he was looking out at me, considering whether or not to open the door.

Then he did.

He leaned against the door, one arm resting above his head, a hand on his naked waist, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips.

"Sabrina Weasley..." he grinned. "...I did not think I'd see the day when Alec's baby sister would show up at my door. You look fucking rough, eh?"

He stepped aide and I walked in, turning towards him as he shut the door.

I looked around. His flat was a mess and I wouldn't expect less from a drug dealer who lived off what he was doing.

He wasn't the only person dealing drugs, but I didn't exactly want to go visit Ethan.

"What's up, beautiful?" Tomas grinned at me. "You look like someone who could use a nice hit."

"I need Oxy." I said. "Do you have any?"

Tomas took a step towards me, looking me up and down but I just stared straight into his chest.

He had one big tattoo on his chest. It was a lion, probably representing his Hogwarts house.

"So... Alec's baby sister has turned to the dark side." He grinned playfully and led the way into his living room, dropping down on his sofa. "A junkie now, are you?"

"I'm not a fucking junkie." I snapped and he raised his eyebrows in amusement, letting out a laugh while he reached for a joint that leaned on an ashtray on his sofa table.

"Do your parents know you're here, baby Weasley?" He asked and inhaled the joint before gesturing for me to come join him on the sofa, so I did. "Here..."

He offered me the joint and I pulled my hand from my pocket, taking a hit.

"You're awfully pale." He said. "You're still hot but you look dead. Going through withdrawals, are you?"

I nodded, closing my eyes and enjoying the feeling of the weed going into my system.

I took another hit and I heard Tomas laugh.

"Ethan would not believe me if I told him you were here right now." He said and gave my shoulder a squeeze. "He's my competition now, did you know?"

"Really? I thought you were inseparable. You, Ethan, Denis and Justin." I said, but my voice was full of sarcasm.

Tomas was always the one I liked the most out of Alec's friends. He was the only one who didn't harass me on the same level as the others, and he was nice if he wasn't accompanied by the others.

"Nah, Denis and Justin followed Ethan like some lost puppies, but I got tired of Ethan. He's too into raping young girls." He said and took the joint back, inhaling it. "I remember he tried it on you too. Boy never realised how fucking gay you are."

Tomas let out a hoarse laugh, shaking his head while I just stared at his side profile.

"So... Oxy, huh?" He smirked and looked at me. "That's all? I wouldn't take you as the Oxy kind of gal. Wait... let me guess... you snort it, don't you? To get the effects working faster than by swallowing the pills. Am I right?"

I just nodded.

"I fucking knew it!" He laughed. "Bet your parents have been forcing you to quit. That's why you're sick, isn't it? Because you don't have the drug in your system any longer."

He put the joint down and stood up, walking over to a door that led to a small broom closet, but he just had to poke his head in and grab something, then he threw it at me.

I caught it and looked down at it.

"That's heroin." He said with a grin. "Want to try it? This is the snorting kind, so it'll be something you're already used to."

I licked my lips and then looked down at the white powder in the bag.

"If you like it, I'll even give you your first order for free." He said and walked over to me, crouching down by me.

He took the bag from me and I watched, itching my thighs as he poured a little out on the table, making two lines. One for him and one for me.

He grabbed a plastic straw, placed the end by the heroin, and then he snorted it through the straw.

He was way too used to it, not even reacting.

"Here—" he offered me the straw, but I shook my head, dropped to my knees on the floor and snorted it like I usually did with the Oxy or the coke. "Holy shit, Sabrina... just like that, huh?"

I threw my head back, rubbing my nose and then I let my body relax against the sofa.

"Was that fantastic or was that fucking fantastic?" Tomas laughed and squeezed my shoulder. "Just wait for the effects to kick in."