AN: Hello again! So thanks to Cotton Candy Marzipan I've been inspired to continue Sabrina's story. This branches off from my fanfiction Out of Reach. However, you don't have to read that fic to enjoy this one. I hope you like it!
Vaughn closed the door gently, as if that would break her heart any less. Sabrina watched him through the window. He walked out of her life like it was nothing. Half of her wanted to run after him. Half of her wanted to set him on fire.
So instead Sabrina just stood there.
She didn't have the energy to rip the necklace he had given her off her neck. She didn't have the energy to hold back memories of building sandcastles and playing music by the fire. She didn't have the energy to stop the tears. Sabrina just stood there and cried. And cried. And cried. For what felt like hours.
Vaughn was leaving her for Chelsea. She knew it. He never said it. But she knew it. Sabrina was filled with jealousy, and anger, and a horrible hollow feeling.
Then the clock struck seven. She had to make dinner. Sabrina brushed off the tears and pushed down her emotions. Like a zombie she wallowed her way to the kitchen. Putting her hands to work chopping vegetables made a good distraction.
Except she grew vegetables. Her best friend. Chelsea. And then Sabrina was back to square one. Sabrina knew it was unfair to blame Chelsea. There was no proof that was why Vaughn had broken it off. Chelsea was someone Sabrina could trust. But Sabrina didn't particularly feel like trusting her at that very moment.
Finally the soup was done. She set the table with shaky hands.
"D-Dad. Dinner is ready."
Regis slipped into the room quietly. He didn't say anything while they ate. The nightly lecture on Sabrina's foolishness never came up. He must have heard Vaughn.
There should have been an "I told you so". Every bone in Sabrina's body was waiting for one. Not hearing it was worse.
"You're a better cook than your mother." Regis mumbled. "And that's saying something, my dear."
Sabrina knew how much her father hated the subject. Tears started to well up again. She mentally cursed herself for being a crybaby. "Th-thank you, father."
"So tell me about that new man on the island, Mark?"