Sabrina ; The next generation

17

I stared at Emmanuel as I handed him my pee so he could test it to see if I was pregnant.

I had no idea how long I had been here, but I was very tired and barely even fought it anymore.

I had no strength.

I had been going through withdrawals since Tomas filled me with heroin and most nights I laid in bed, crying and begging for more.

It took me back to when I first was addicted, and I hated it.

But of course they refused to give me any. Emmanuel had just wanted to see how I reacted to the drug, and now he wanted me to give him a "grandchild", so he wasn't going to risk anything by giving me more drugs.

Tomas was standing across from me, leaning against the wall, while Emmanuel walked out of the bedroom, carrying the container of my urine.

I looked up at Tomas who looked at me, and as I wiped, I winked at him. He rolled his eyes and looked away.

Then I stood up, pulling my knickers up. I flushed the toilet before walking to the sink to wash my hands.

"Are you gonna rape me again if it's negative?" I asked before turning around to look at him.

I leaned back against the sink.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered.

"I want to see Alec."

"No." He said immediately, shaking his head. "You don't want to see him."

I frowned.

"What're you talking about? He's my brother, and I want to see him!"

"No... but I can take you to meet Zuhrah." He said. "The name she was given when she was adopted, is Emma."

"I want to see Alec."

"Well you can't see Alec! You can't see him, okay? Because he's not allowed to leave that room."

"So? I've been in that room before!"

"But not now." Tomas nodded. "Emmanuel doesn't want you to be in that room right now."

I sighed and shut my eyes.

"Why not?"

"Because... listen— Zuh— Emma, has received the room next to yours. A new girl had her mattress in that room and you do not want to see who it is."

That caught my attention.

I straightened up, folding my arms over my chest.

"Who is it?"

"Sabrina—"

Emmanuel walked back into the bathroom, freezing while staring at Tomas.

Tomas straightened up and I noticed him gulp.

"What did you call her?" Emmanuel asked. "Her name isn't Sabrina."

"I'm sorry sir." Tomas said, staring straight ahead.

Emmanuel slowly walked over to Tomas, placing himself in front of him.

"What have you told her?" He asked.

"Nothing, sir."

I gasped when Emmanuel slapped him across the face with so much force that Tomas would have slid down the wall if it hadn't even for Emmanuel who pulled him back up by his collar.

"Did you tell her about the girl?"

"No, sir."

"Do not lie!" Emmanuel screamed, and I flinched, staring at what happened.

My hand quickly went to my necklace that Naomi gave me a long time ago.

It was her.

Naomi was in that room.

While Emmanuel was occupied, I sprinted out of the bathroom and out of the bedroom. I ran as fast as I could, down the stairs and to the door under the staircase.

I reached it just as a pair of arms wrapped around my stomach.

"No!" I screamed. "Naomi! Let go of me! I need— Naomi!"

I was dragged back upstairs and into the bedroom. Emmanuel put me on the bed and while I tried to fight him, he managed to chain my ankle to the bed.

"You have her!" I screamed. "Let her go you fucking psychopath!"

Emmanuel sighed and ran a hand over his face, staring at me.

"She came looking for you. I don't know how she found you, but she did. She did this to herself." He said. "You need to focus on your baby instead of her."

"My—"

"The test was positive." He said. "You're pregnant. Congratulations."

He left, and I screamed in agony. I wanted to rip out my soul so I didn't have to feel anything.

I had been so afraid that the test would be positive, but he managed to get exactly what he wanted.

I was in a state of manic.

As I sat there, I started punching myself in the stomach while screaming and crying.

-

"What did you do to yourself?" A voice woke me.

A hand rested against the side of my neck and when I opened my eyes, I saw Tomas. He had carefully lifted up my shirt, and was now looking at my stomach.

It was hurting.

"You're three weeks along, Sabrina." He said when he realised I was awake. "Punching yourself in the stomach won't kill it."

"But I don't want to be pregnant." I whispered, a few tears spilling from my eyes.

Tomas raised a hand and I flinched which caused him to pause. Then he gently wiped the tears from my cheeks.

His face was covered in bruises.

"I want to die." I whispered.

His face didn't change. He just stared at me while this sad atmosphere hung over the room.

"I'm not— if he knows how much time I spent in here, he'll kill me." He said instead, frowning as he looked at the bruises on my stomach. "I always have to do what he tells me to. I have no other choices. It's been like that since he married my mother."

"Where is your mother?" I asked quietly, and Tomas shrugged.

"Most likely dead. He made her into a drug addict and one day she left. He was all I had left, and then he sent me off to go to Hogwarts so I could get close to Alec." He said. "I never thought I would actually grow to care for him. He became my best friend. Ethan scared us both but Alec was far more scared than I was. I just did whatever Ethan wanted me to. I kept myself safe that way. Denis and Justin did what he told them to as well. Alec was the only one who would put up a fight from time to time."

Tomas took a deep breath, shaking his head. I made a face at the pain when I moved to make room for him to sit.

He sat down, shrugging.

"I've always looked up to Alec." He said. "And I've always cared for you. You don't have to believe me, but I have. I'm sorry for everything I've ever done. I'm sorry for the harassment we put you through. I'm sorry for the drugs and the— I'm sorry for raping you. I know you'll never be able to forget it. I've ruined you."

"I can never forgive you." I whispered. "Not the rape."

"I know." He nodded. "And I don't expect you to. My childhood is an explanation, but it isn't an excuse and I'm not trying to excuse my behaviour."

I shut my eyes, taking a deep breath.

"You have to help me, Tomas. I need to go home. My parents probably think I'm dead. You need to help me. Us all."

"I wish I could, Sabrina. I really do." He said, pulling my shirt back down to cover the bruises. "But he's going to kill me."