How it all happened

She's pissed you run, she's hurt you run closer

"WHERE THE HELL IS IT?" I yelled walking into the shop. Everyone just stood there and stared at me. "Don't just stand there, someone tell me where it is!" I nearly growled.

"No one knows what you're talking about!" Jack spat at me. I shot him a death glare.

"Where. Is. My. Baby." I said emphisizing each word. There was a lot of 'ohhh no's' and 'ah shit's.'

"It was in your space, locked up tight Hanna. I doubt it's gone." Jack said walking over to my space in the shop. He came back with a scowl mumbling about how he hates being wrong.

"Who was here last, last night and first here this morning?" I asked angerly.

"I was the last one here last night." Damen spoke up.

"Was my bike here?" I asked.

"I didn't go near your baby." He said holding his hands up in defence.

"I was first here this morning. It was gone. Hanna, we'll look for it, tell the police. The whole nine yards. Just chill and get to work. Everyone, get back to work." My boss Derek said. I stomped off angerly to my space and started fixing the car that I needed done by the end of the day today.

I go home from work around nine, in a real pissy mood. Like REALLY pissy.

"Hanna!" Bray-bray said standing up from the couch with his hands open for a hug. I walked past him, completely ignoring him and Nate.

"What's wrong?" Nate asked. I just flipped him the bird over my shoulder and went to my room.

This. Was. Bad.

Who ever stole my baby was going to die.  I started plotting on killing who ever stole my baby when I started to cry.

It my be a bike, but that bike was my baby. I was planning on adding leather details, a sissy bar, and a windshield! By next pay day I would have saved enough money too. I kept her at the shop so I change her oil and fix a small problem with the engine when I had the time.

But now I can't.

That made me cry even harder. Eventually I started sobbing.

Not much longer, I heard my door open and felt someone sit on my bed. They wrapped their arms around me held me into their chest. Thinking it was Bray-bray, I clung to him and continued to cry. When I lifted my head I saw it was anyone other than Bray-bray. It was Nate.

"Sorry, I thought you were Bray-bray." I said pulling away. He pulled me back to him, even closer than I was before.

"No. It's fine. Sorry for being a... Jerk to you today at school. Sorry about your baby too." This was slightly awkward, but I'm glad he was making amends.

"Apologie accepted. And Derek said he'd tell the police 'bout it. So hopefully they can find it." I said sniffling.

"They will. Don't worry about it." Nate said, still hugging me. I never knew he had such a caring side to him. I pulled away from him and layed down on my bed.

"Night Nate." I said not wanting to talk anymore.

"Night Hanna. By the way, you're scarier than the Hulk when you're pissed." He said walking out of my room winking.

I fell asleep fine but I was extremely depressed in the morning.

"Hanna." Bray-bray said when I was sulking over my froot loops, not bothering to eat them.

"Yeah?" I said not looking up at him.

"You gonna eat those?" He asked. Typical Braydon. I shook my head no. The next thing I knew my bowl of cereal was gone and I was pouting at the table. Not long after Bray-bray was done eating my food Nate walked in, happy as a sailor.