Partners With The Badboy

Chapter 16

The rest of the week was boring. And insignificant. It was significantly boring.

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Hannah woke up to her phone blaring "BigBang-Fantastic Baby".

She groaned and rolled to her side. Unfortunately for her, she rolled too far to the right and plummeted down.

"Wow, Fantastic Baby!" The song seemed to taunt her.

"Thanks," Hannah scowled.

She stumbled down the stairs, stretching her arms above her head.

"Mal?" She yawned. The house was quiet.

"Maaaal," Hannah called, louder.

She paused in front of the dining table.

There were chocolate pancakes and a jug of "organic orange juice". Beside them was a note that read:

"Hey, Ham. The office called and said that they needed me in. I'm gunna get some groceries on the way home, too. Probs gunna be home by 2. ily!"

Hannah glanced at her phone. It was 8:46 AM.

Hannah wolfed the pancakes down, but replaced the oj with milk. She never liked the orange juice that Mal got.

After Hannah finished her breakfast, she glanced down at what she was wearing. It was a white tank top and gray joggers.

"Eh," She muttered. "Good enough."

She grabbed her black windbreaker from the hanger by the front door and shrugged it on.

Hannah debated whether she should leave a note to her aunt, explaining where she'll be at the park, but decided that she'll be home before 2.

She wanted to go to the park.

Hannah sat down on the same swing set, kicking herself up by the heels of her feet.

She was watching a group of children play freeze tag when she felt a light tug on her jacket.

She turned her head to find a little girl with dark brown hair and wide blue eyes. The little girl was wearing a sparkly purple tiara.

"Hi!" The little girl said, scratching her nose, "I'm Avianna. Do you wanna play with me?"

Hannah blinked at Avianna. She opened her mouth to reply, but Avianna began to speak again.

"Or," Avianna jumped onto the swing next to Hannah, "we could talk instead. But you hafta push me."

"Alright," Hannah laughed.

She pushed Avianna on the swing. "Are you a princess?" Hannah asked playfully.

"No. Mommy says I am, but I know this thing," Avianna gestured to her tiara, "is plastic."

Hannah laughed loudly. Avianna kept talking.

"Girls in my class all wanna be princesses and queens, but I wanna be an astronaut," Avianna paused, "I'm in first grade."

"Well, it's good that you know so much," Hannah chuckled.

They kept talking. Suddenly, Avianna asked,

"Do you have a brother? I do, but Mommy says that he's with God. She says that he had to stay with God a while longer."

Hannah stopped pushing Avianna. Avianna looked up at her expectantly. They stared each other down.

Hannah shook her head and began to push her again. "A miscarriage," Hannah whispered.