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puckered up his lips into a pout, his heavy emerald eyes remained firm.
    “Excuse me, that’s very rude.” I know I had promised myself earlier not to challenge him, but it wasn’t only me I had to protect anymore.
    “Well I don’t like her, she stinks like old dog! Kick her out!!”
    “What? No way!” My voice jumped and I cursed myself for losing control so easily.
    “I said DO it! I’m the master and I’m telling you to get rid of that ugly old woman!” He held his tone with me.
    “Watch your mouth, Lock!”
    “Or what? You’re gonna punish me? Give me a time out? HA!” He literally spat his words and vanished once more into moving smoke, making sure he tipped over the glasses as he passed and causing the liquid to rush across the table. 
    I stamped my foot angrily but he was long gone before I could bite back. I tried to catch the water before it dribbled onto the carpet. One of the glasses had been chipped down the side and had to be replaced by a mug. Only a few minutes afterwards, I spotted my mother, Dianne, in the distance, walking towards the house; two plastic bags weighing down each hand as her purse bounced against her hips with every step. I checked awkwardly into the rafters and around myself, not knowing where Lock was, quickly side stepping towards the door.
    “You better behave yourself,” I muttered lowly. I stretched my hand out for the doorknob just as the padlock on the front door snapped closed. My fingers flexed backwards in a moment of surprise, before reaching down and twisting the lock back the other way, not thinking too much into it. Just as I let go the lock twisted back, it again refused to stay. I had already figured it was Lock’s doing, trying to get me agitated again. Don’t freak out, it’s just a little boy playing stupid games !
    Trying to outsmart him; I decided to hold onto the lock and the door handle at the same time, hoping to unlock it just in time to pull the door open. As I twisted and pulled the door towards me it didn’t budge, not even the tiniest inch to let the breeze in. Pulling and heaving, I became frustrated and ended up booting the door with the side of my shoe. I’m not in the mood for this; cut it out. I itched to scowl at him, but my mother had already reached the door and was waiting patiently on the other side.
    Gradually, in slow twists of fine smoke, appeared the shape of a hand, spiralling like tiny ash snakes into solid form right before my eyes. It was pushing against the door, holding it back in place against the frame.
    “Please stop,” I begged. Hoisting one leg up and onto the wall to give myself more strength, I pulled backwards with all of my body weight. I was leaning so far back that I could feel how my back made a straight line from my one rooted foot up to the tip of my head.
    “Rachael, sweetie... is something wrong?” Mum was peering in through the window; her hands still fastened around the groceries.  
    “I’m fine, Mum. The door is just a bit warped that’s all,” I called out in a troubled laugh before shooting a fiery glance towards Lock, as serious as I could master, who stood comfortably in front of the door, his one hand still keeping it shut. “Cut it out right now. Stop being such a little brat!!”
    He glared at me intently. Dianne started pushing and tapping on the other side, catching Lock’s attention as he jerked his head and shot her an equally nasty snarl.  Mum didn’t react to him, glancing inside as though he wasn’t there, her eyes moved right through Lock and onto me who stood behind him.
    “I said cut it out.” I hissed through my teeth, booting the door once more, embarrassed by my lack of power as my cheeks glowed with a reddening rash that climbed up my neck and reached my high cheek bones. Suddenly in a flash I could barely follow, the blinds on the windows shot down and closed off Dianne’s face. She kept tapping the window, laughing. Unbeknownst to her, I got a powerful strike to