Zac was about to knock on the door, but thought twice about it and pulled his hand back. "We can't just knock on the door, can we?"
"I don't know, what else could we do?" Nixie asked
"Knocking would be the polite thing." Serena said
"Polite, I think it's a little late for polite." Nixie snorted
"Maybe we should-" Zac started but he was cut off by Rita who used her powers to knock the door down.
"Nixie was right," she said, "It's too late for polite." She walked past everyone and over the door to get into the house. A man came running when he heard the door being blown down.
"What the-" he said. When he saw Rita he walked up to her and grabbed her arm. "Look lady I don't know what kind of stunt you and these kids are pulling but you better get the hell outta my house before I get my gun." The way he was holding her made her think about how he had held Ava and dragged her into this house. How he had forced her to drink alcohol and done God knows what. Her anger boiled over and she raised her hand and blew the man across the room.
He went flying and hit the wall next to the couch. The air had been knocked out of him and he felt shooting pain in his back. But more than it hurt he was afraid to move. He was afraid that these people were aliens, or witches, or something else. He also felt that he may have had too much to drink, he wasn't sure but she didn't want to take any chances either. He stayed laying on the floor as the woman who had thrown him across the room began searching his house.
Rita instructed Zac and the girls to stay put, their only job was to make sure the man stayed down. "Oh I think we can do more than that." Zac said to the girls. Rita heard him but pretended that she didn't. She began looking through the house calling out for Ava. She was opening doors and checking rooms, she knew Ava had to be here. Finally, she found the right room and when she threw open the door she found Ava asleep on the bed.
"Oh my god," Rita whispered in relief, "thank the lord." She went over to Ava, her anger and panic were gone and replaced instead with an overwhelming need to cry after all the stress she felt during the day.