Lola's past comes knocking but Ally answers ....

Do you ever feel like every person around you has become blind to your existence?
You do and do for them but is goes by unrecognised - there is no gratitude, no appreciation.
You try desperately for them to see you but nothing works. Slowly day by day you start to vanish until you're nothing more than a ghost of a person, of what you should be.

At first this breaks your heart, to have the people you love the most in the world not care if you're there or not. But that heartbreak becomes tainted and rotten, like a black mould that spreads wickedly from your heart to your mind until your heartbreak becomes hate.

The less they see you, the less you start care.

Until you're completely gone - physically you're still there but you're just a shell of a person, the mind has checked out. That was Lola's life.

That was Lola's existence before her father set her free and gave this beautiful soul the chance to be who and what Lola was always destined to be, so to see the tormentor, the mother on our doorstep who I recognise from a single picture that is stuck inside of Lola's wardrobe like a dirty little secret.

I know this person will only bring back all the pain Lola had worked so hard to bury. Many wasted years had been spent being something she wanted Lola to be at the price of Lola's very own mental health and it still wasn't ever good enough for her.

"Hello, can I help you?" I innocently play along well aware who this person is.

She shuffles under my steely police officer gaze that's taken me years to master.

"I'm Ally.... As I said how can I help you?".

"I'm looking for my son" she snaps, not making eye contact with me.

I look her up and down, amazed at how such cruelty can be wrapped up in such a magnolia boring packaging. Her little cardigan and sensible flat shoes are all so unremarkable and dull - yet the glint in her eye is pure venom.

She is edgy, clearly uncomfortable at being seen outside our home as she bounces from foot to foot.
"I'm sorry I can't help you" I sweetly mutter, then I begin to shut the door, so to contain the crazy outside where it belongs, when suddenly the little nervous dormouse shows her true colours and wedges her sensible footwear in the door frame, making it impossible for me to the shut the door without breaking her foot (not a problem for me) but unfortunately causing a scene and alerting Lola, who's upstairs, to her arrival.

"I'm going nowhere" she snarls as her lips curls back and she hisses through her gapped, stained teeth.

"Get your foot bitch out the way before I break".

A demented grin spreads over her face "You can't hurt me sinner, I have the mighty lord watching over me" as soon as the words trickle out it gives her the boost to ramp up the drama " House of the damned, release my son so I am able to restore him back to Gods' good graces and return him home" she screams as spit flies from her cruel mouth.

The temptation to arrest her and chuck her in the cells is hard to push back, but I know it's always best to try keep my two lives separate, plus creating charges against her (as temping as it is) wouldn't solve anything.

"Why are you here?" I ask but she simply ignores me and starts to recite the Lord's Prayer.

"What is it you want?" Still nothing she just carry's on getting louder and louder.

"Ahhhh fuck's sake - fine" I snap.

A triumphant smug grin washes over her vile face as she stops in her tracks.

"Come with me, the person you're looking for is in the garden".

I step outside, shutting the front door behind me and I gesture for her to follow me, beside the house is a passage leading straight to the back garden gate. I nod for her to go down there but she eyes me suspiciously, not comfortable with me behind her, so I shrug and walk down there as she slowly follows behind, more content having me where she can keep eye on me.

Cautiously she trails behind me until we reach the back door gate that leads into the garden, I dig around in my pocket fishing out the key. As I place it within the lock, I clumsily drop it. Mumbling and grumbling I bend down to pick up. Agitated she huffs and looks away which gives me the perfect opportunity to swing up, grab her by the arms and slam her into the gates that she's cornered in.

Like a wild beast she thrashes trying to scratch at me like a cornered feral cat, but this is water off a duck's back to me. If I can apprehend a 6ft 2inch male high on crack this 5ft bible basher is a breeze. I've been hit, kicked and head butted more times than she's had hot dinners. Her hysterical girly scratching is laughable.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way - why are you here to see Lola?"

She snarls as I hold both her arms firmly to her side, while she wriggles and howls like a woman possessed.

"Don't make me do it, I don't want to, just tell me".

She pulls back her head as a gross gurgle erupts in her throat as she spits into my face.

"Fuck you then" I scream "you brought this on yourself".

As quick as a flash I release her arms and punch her in the gut, not hard enough to hurt her but strong enough to stun her. I step back and when she looks up from being curled up from the blow - I slowly wave my hand from left to right in front of her face, each one of my fingers glow bright, from the knuckle right up to the tip as I place her under my control in a submissive state, ready to ask my questions.

Her body limp, her eyes transfixed on to mine - she numbly waits for me to speak.

"Let's start again, why are you here to see Lola?".

Robotically she replies "To bring her back to the church, so that God will forgive us - the lady said so".

"Forgive you for what?"

"For letting one of our flock stray and sin - he sent a plague of bees" she started to sob as she relives the memory "they are everywhere, their hum is drilling into my mind, we can't escape them, they are stinging everyone, we have affronted our lord and he is punishing us".

This was not what I was expecting to hear, is she honestly telling me some Old Testament crap has been happening to them because of Lola.

"What lady said so?" I inquire.

"The beautiful lady who arrived the morning the bees did - she said we needed to get our house in order, right the wrongs so that God would be pleased with us again, reunite the flock".

Realisation dawns on me - Ohhh Touché bitch, well done Evelyn, even I'm impressed by your unique thinking. To recruit Lola's naive parents to bring Lola home so dividing the coven, picking us off one by one - hence making us weaker and easier to kill.

Lola's tormentor, now just a snotty, snivelling mess - eyes still hypnotised by mine, has lost all her power because at the end of the day she's just a frail, weak bully.

"You're going to leave now and never return because who you look for doesn't live here, that person doesn't exist anymore. You will never find them, any time you try to think about them or visualise them you will be overwhelmed with a crippling migraine that will cloud your mind and make you violently sick until you pass out".

Lola's mother mindlessly nods in agreement.

"And every time a cruel, wicked homophobic or transphobic thought crosses your mind or slips from your lips - you will hear the bees coming for you, their buzz will get louder and louder until that's all you can hear, you won't be able to hide or out run them".

Again, Lola's mother nods in agreement.

"Fine, now go straight home and never tell anyone you was here".

Like a rebooted robot, she stood up dead straight, fixed herself and marched straight on out of there, never once looking back.

"Good fucking riddance" I mumble under my breath.
Now to tell Miss Toulouse, Evelyn's attempted grasp on the coven and evil presence is getting closer - we need to act now.