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With a sigh, Lola took a step back, rubbing her face. The motor oil that sloshed out of the funnel onto her hand left a patchy circular streak from her eyelid and around her cheek. Another job well done, well, a job done well enough at least. She shut the bonnet of her small Mitsubishi and wiped her hands on her jeans when her phone’s text tone sounded from her back pocket. She pulled it out. [i]Aloysius[/i] the notification read. She need not open it, the message was small enough for the whole thing to come up on the notification. She gave a groan as she read it, she was meant to be working that night, couldn’t Al set up a roster for these things? Or at least give her enough notice that her managers wouldn’t get annoyed at her for swapping out her shift. She scrambled to find a colleague to take her shift and called her manager, pretending not to notice the obvious annoyance in her voice. After that she relocated to the bathroom to wash off the grimes of her oil change.

Not long later her ringtone went off, she pulled out her fine to find her mother’s number. Odd, her mother rarely had any contact with her. The last message she sent was 5 months ago, just asking to tell Aloysius to call her back when she was free, she never called. Perplexed she answered the call. Perhaps someone had the number? Or someone picked up the phone?

[color=lavenderblush]”Hello?”[/color] Lola asked warily into the phone. 

“Lola!” Her mother cried. She was in hysterics, Lola had never seen or witnessed her that was, for someone cool, composed and, quite honestly, a cold-hearted bitch, such emotion seemed impossible. “Have you not heard, Aloysius is dead. Why the fuck is he dead?” Well, that explains why she was in such a state but… really? Was Al really dead?

[color=lavenderblush] “Yeah… I’m well thanks mum… wait dead? Why would [i]I[/i] know why?”[/color] 

“You’re part of his posse, why did he die?!”

[color=lavenderBlush]”Why would [i]I[/i] know, I’m not around him 24/7. Why don’t [i]you[/i] know? You invest enough in him to know that shit if you want to.”[/color]

”IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN YOU! Why did [i]he[/i] die, I wish it was YOU who died. I had one useful, valuable child and now I don’t even have that.” That should of been a hard blow but this wasn’t a surprising blow to Lola, she heard stuff like this her whole life but still, she’s never been outright told she was wanted dead before. Sure, her mum’s hinted that she’d rather Lola was never born but never told her to die, which is what she basically just did. Lola was fuming, she was done. There was a reason she made the exact same effort to reach out to her mother as she had her

[color=lavenderblush]”You know what mum? FUCK YOU!”[/color] and with that she hung up the phone. Still fuming and her actually decent day ruined she went straight to DS, if she had to be there already, she might as well attack a couple of mannequin, imagine it was her mother. Her head was swimming, was Al actually dead? Did her mum really think that a good response? Why did she even call? Greif welled up but Lola released it through her fists other than tears. Come 7:50 she made her way to the meeting room, standing in the corner, arms crossed and awaiting the others. She made no efforts to talk to anyone. She noticed a few pitiful or sorrowful glances from the more loyal members but she gave no response. It was no secret Lola was Al’s sister but neither was the fact Al was far superior. She leaned her head against the wall, looking at the ceiling and just hoped this would be over soon.