Sabrina ; The next generation

9

Wattpad is really fucking testing my patience.

Again, a chapter was deleted and now I had to rewrite chapter 9 just like I had to rewrite chapter 7.

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"What was that?"

I didn't answer Naomi as she stared at me. I didn't meet her eyes either. I stared right ahead, watching Tomas and Ethan walk away.

"Who are they? How do you know them?"

Still, I didn't answer.

"Sabrina!" Naomi snapped, causing me to flinch and then I looked up at her.

Her eyebrows were raised and she was obviously upset but I didn't have an explanation.

"Right." She breathed. "Well, I'm no longer in the mood to eat lunch with you, so I'll go ask them to make our food to go."

I didn't answer as she slid out of her chair and back inside. I watched her go, then pushed my hand into my pocket and pulled out the small see-through plastic bag.

Oxy.

At least ten of them. I'd always recognise those.

Inhaling sharply, I opened the bag, about to pour some out into my hand, but then I stopped myself.

I pushed the bag into my pocket before getting up and leaving as quickly as possible.

At that moment, I hadn't thought about Naomi. I didn't think about telling her that I was leaving.

I hurried through the streets of Diagon alley, and when I reached the Leaky Cauldron, I ran through the kitchen and barged into my uncles office.

He was in the middle of pulling a box from a shelf and jumped slightly when he heard the door.

He turned to look at me, then let out a breath as he continued pulling the box down, sitting it on his desk.

"Have you ever heard of knocking?" He asked. "What are you doing, Bree? Do you need anything?"

"I— is Marco working today?" I asked.

"No. He's at home with Raine and Nora. Why?"

"Nothing. Thanks." I walked back out and my uncle shouted after me but I ignored him and hurried out of the leaky cauldron.

When I got to my uncles house, I barged in, noticing how silent the house was.

"Will? That you?!" Uncle Marco shouted through the house and I followed his voice until I stood in the living room with him. "Sabrina?"

"I need your help." I only now noticed that I was crying.

I clutched my pocket where the pills rested.

Uncle Marco looked at the hand that rested on my pocket. My hand was shaking. Then he looked at my face again  and took a step forward.

He was in the middle of tidying up the living room, his youngest children Nora and Raine sitting in the sofa.

"Guys, go upstairs, won't you?" He asked and turned to my two cousins. "I need to have a chat with Sabrina."

Nora was off the sofa first, and her little brother slowly followed, the two running out of the room and upstairs.

"Where's Rosie?" I asked, fidgeting with a fold in my jeans.

"She has a play date." Marco told me, putting away some toys before he gestured for me to follow him, so I did, and we ended up in the kitchen. "Now, why don't you tell me what's going on. Why're you upset?"