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Sorry… anyway! Yes, this is chapter two, it does exist, and now you can all read it. It went through several complications – there's three different versions of it, and when I was almost complete it I forgot my book in school on Friday, my oh so important book that hold all the dialogue and half-written stuff for this chapter, and couldn't get it until Monday. Then, while that was gone, I couldn't even write one word of the chapter because I knew I was going to mess it up entirely. And when I got home today, I just realized how very long chapter two was, so I decided to take part of it and use it as the chapter two that's presented here. The remainder of it is serving as chapter three, so I'm happy to report that chapter three is about half done. I highly doubt it, but I might get it done this weekend; however, it is more likely the next. Hah! Look, I'm babbling… fun! Anyway, go on and read the chapter, will ya?

Chapter Two
The Bitch from Hell

From underneath the hood of a sickly purple El Camino protruded a coverall-clad bottom, which connected to a pair of slender legs. Beside the vehicle a toolbox rested, open, atop a wheeled table, with a sweating bottle of water alongside it. The female mechanic was the only person working in the small garage then, half because it was a weekend, on which few people worked, and also because the few that were present at the garage were taking their lunch break. She heard her co-workers chattering away and laughing, therefore she automatically assumed that Frankie, their resident joke-teller, had cracked another joke at her expense. Emerging from inspecting the Volvo's engine, she shook her head slightly, mentally commanding herself to ignore them, and flicked her short ponytail of dirty-blonde hair side to side.

Hannah sighed as she reached down to grab her bottled water, while wiping her free hand on a nearby rag. Although she'd never told anybody at work, it was generally assumed that she was on good terms with Frankie, and when they cracked jokes at each other it was just friendly ribbing. This was false: she'd longed, since the first time he'd 'accidentally' run his hand along her backside, to permit her fists to give him a good talking to, but she refrained. The female didn't want to earn a visit to prison if she got caught in the moment and went to far, but feared, more than anything, becoming a disappointment to her family.

She was jogged from her drinking and her thoughts as her supervisor's voice rang sharply thought the garage's stale air, loudly calling her name. Hannah snapped her head in the direction of their small lunchroom to see all the faces turned to her. Placing a forced half-smile on her face, she replaced the bottle to its spot and crossed her arms across her chest. "Get working, Hannah, or I swear this time I actually will fire your ass!" yelled the man.

The girl was just about to open her mouth when another of the males piped up. "Aw, c'mon Chad, can't we fire her and keep her ass? 'Cause that's one damn fine ass!"

"How about you shut the hell up, Frank!" she retorted, throwing him an angry glare.

Frank jokingly held a hand over his heart, pretending to be wounded. "Oh Hannah, you hurt me when you say such harsh words," he said, trying to sound sophisticated. She flipped him off, which emitted a noticeable 'oooh' from the previously silent men, and made the recipient lean jovially against the doorframe. "Hannah dearest, why do you injure me so?"

She shot him another glare, but was interrupted from replying by Chad. "That's enough, the both of you! And close your mouth, Hannah, because I don't wanna hear any excuses from you! Now, Frankie, I don't wanna hear another word come out of your mouth that's directed at her – and vice versa for you, Hannah! Now, are you going to tell me what made you stop working?"

"Obvious, innit?" Frank spoke up daringly. Ignoring the warning glances from his co-workers, he continued, "She was reminiscing about the night I spent with her last week. We joined each other over and over and over… and over again… so many times that my dick got tired. God, that was a good night." He grinned a sly, cocky grin directly at Hannah, while motioning down to his crotch region.

She shuddered for a moment before grinning the same mischievous smile as Frankie. "Oh, you must mean the other night when you were being an asshole and I got really pissed off at you and kicked you in the nuts so many times your dick turned black and blue! Yeah, I remember that night, that was a good night."

The rest of the guys laughed, and Frank even clapped to congratulate her. Her supervisor, however, frowned, clearly not happy about what was going on between the workers. Absentmindedly he glanced up at the large clock over the entrance to the garage and a faint smile overcame his stressed face. "Alright, boys, lunch is over, pack up your crap and get back to work. Hannah, you got half an hour, you hear me? Then it's back to work for you as well."

She nodded while pushing passed Chad and Frankie, ignoring the way the latter male's hand rubbed slightly along her hips. Hannah smiled at the remainder of her co-workers as the rose from the rectangular table, and set herself down at the end of the table, next to the refrigerator. Hauling out a bottle of Sprite and a bag of all-dressed chips, she settled down and ventured into her own little world, as she always did.

The sound that snapped her back into cold reality was her supervisor hollering, "Simms! Time's up, get back to work."

Hannah groaned at this; couldn't he let her finish her chips? She was positive it hadn't quite been half an hour, but she was not in the mood to argue and get in trouble. Not anymore, at least. She rose from her seat, chucked her nearly empty bag of chips in the garbage, and placed her Sprite in the refrigerator. "Aaron, are you even doing anything?" she inquired to a man in his mid-twenties who was leaning casually against the front desk, chatting with none other than Frankie. When he glanced over and shook his head 'no', she grinned. "Alright then, get your butt over here and work on the El Camino with me, will ya?"

"Sure thing," he agreed, straightening his posture, before looking back at Frank. "Don't even start on me, Franklin. I'm not invading your territory, and I'm definitely not trying to get into her pants, alright?" As he turned around, he heard his co-worker make the 'whipped' sound. "Shut up," was his only reaction to this as he walked over towards Hannah. "Hey, girly. So, is there so much work here that you desperately needed my help?"

She stifled a laugh as she picked up her bottle of water and took a sip. "No, actually, there's hardly anything that needs to be done. I just wanted somebody to talk to, you know that as well as I do," she told him quietly, shooting a death glare over at Frank, who was watching the pair closely. "So…" she began as she rested her butt on the wheeled board and looked up at him, "are we going out tonight? It's Couples' Night down at the club on Carson, drinks are half off."

Aaron laughed to himself. "What is the point of having a Couples' Night at a club, anyway? Half the people that go there are attached, and the ones that go there with their friends are just going to pretend they're a couple. They're just going to lose money."

"We'd fall into the second category, huh?" she questioned, laughing with him quietly. "But hey, cheap booze, we have to take advantage of it, don't we?" A mischievous smile on her lips, she motioned for her friend to place the toolbox on the floor. "We get off at five o'clock, so come pick me up at seven, okay? Okay," she finished, answering her own question.

The male squat down so he was eye-to-eye with the woman, and grinned slyly. "Too much of a decision-maker, you are… you're not going to get me drunk, take me back to your house, and rape me, are you?"

She had to laugh out loud at this; it was too funny, she couldn't hold back the chuckles. Of course, this made every other person in the garage stare at her curiously and confusedly, but that was normal. Biting the side of her hand to make herself stop laughing, she sent a goofy little smile over to her friend. "No, I can't. You can't rape the willing, Aaron. And hand me that flashlight." She leaned back on the board and held her hand out for the object, which was quickly placed on her palm.

As she slid underneath the vehicle, she was conscious of the male following the movement of her thighs, and kicked her foot out. It struck him in the kneecap, side-on, causing him to tumble sideways. His hand caught him before he landed on the cold pavement, only causing him to fall backwards instead, and land on his arse. Her laugh was lost in the echoes of her co-workers laughing at him, so she focused her attention on the car.

Aaron rose, giving the girl an annoyed slap on her shin, and scammed the bottle of water, which she had claimed ownership of. Downing the remainder of it – which was nearly half of the bottle – he flipped off his co-workers as Hannah had done not long before. Contrary to the reaction to the girl's action, however, the reaction to his was the intrusive ringing of that vile invention, the telephone. One of the guys – Craig, more than likely – whined for Jolene to answer it, only resulting in Chad's annoyed shout of, "She's on vacation! Somebody get the phone, you twits!" All of the guys were reluctant to retrieve it, and Hannah was about to slide out from underneath the El Camino when hurried footsteps rushed across the room, echoing loudly, while a voice cursed them all.

The person on the other end of the line seemed hesitant. Almost like one of those shy, love-struck teenage boys who call the girl they like, stay on the line for a few seconds, and then hang up. The breathing was slow and shallow, and when the voice spoke it was raspy, and obviously masculine. "Uh, yeah, is… Hannah Mercer there, by any chance?"

Frank paused for a moment. "Mercer?" he questioned, confused. Hannah's ears perked up at his response, and she ceased all movement to listen. "I'm sorry, but we haven't got anybody here by the name of Hannah Mercer." At the name, the female muttered a curse while the flashlight slipped from her hand and onto the floor noiselessly. "We've got a… Hannah Simms here, maybe it's her you're referring to?" Several more curses left her lips – they'd found her.

"Simms…" replied the voice, highly doubting that this was the person he was looking for. "Well… I suppose that could be her…"

The jokester grinned and held the receiver away from his ear, although not covering the speaker part. "Hannah my love, could you come take the phone?" he called to her, in a sweet voice.

Forcefully, she slid herself out, to find that all eyes in the garage were on her. She reached up to Aaron, who took her hand and hoisted her to her feet. Giving him a small smile, she turned her beautiful olive eyes to the phone-holder, whom she glared at immediately. "I'm gonna kill you after this; be warned," she mumbled, knowing he probably didn't hear her, but not giving a flying fuck. Snatching the receiver from his grasp, the female held it to her ear. "Who are you?"

"Huh?" inquired the male on the other end; she could easily hear how raspy his voice was, but decided to ignore it. "I'm Jack, Jack Mercer."

Her breath caught in her throat; so they had found her. She knew that one day they would, but she'd never expected it to be quite like this. And she never though they would have taken so long to find her. Why, she hadn't heard that voice in years. "Cracker Jack…?" she questioned quietly. After hearing his immediate request for her to 'shut the hell up and stop calling him that fucking name', she was positive that it was him. "Oh, Jack…" she began, her voice at first soft, and then turning angry. "Where in the seventh circle of HELL did you get this number!"

The male on the other end hesitated for a few seconds, the words 'Shit… she's pissed' floating through his mind. Speaking slowly, and in a calming, sweet voice, he explained, "Jerry, he had it, okay? I don't know where he got it… he had your apartment number, and this number was on your answering machine." By his tone and the manner in which he was speaking, it was clear that all he was doing was attempting to keep her placid enough to talk some sense into her.

Hannah mentally cursed herself. She knew it was a lie, and not only because of the little tiny differences in his voice that most people wouldn't recognize. Shit, even after all the years she spent away from him, she still knew him like the back of her hand. "Oh, come on Cracker Jack, how you gonna play me like that? We both know you're lying to me; Jerry didn't have my number! You know how I know? None of you guys have called me in FIVE FUCKING YEARS!" She wasn't quite positive what she was upset about, but boy, was she getting angry!

Her co-workers, by this point, were utterly confused. Who the hell was this guy, and why was this call making Hannah so upset? As much as they might not have wanted to admit, they liked Hannah, and if this guy was going to do something that would change her attitude by making her angry all the time, they wouldn't have it. They would see to it that a stop was put to whatever this Jack character was doing, or going to do, however they could. Well, of course they didn't want anything to change Hannah, she and her attitude were routine; hell, she'd been working at that garage for at least three years!

When the male on the other end of the line replied, the female held the receiver at an arm's length, away from her, as the words poured out, while the garage workers jumped and stood in awe at the furious voice. He was yelling so loudly at Hannah that it was almost like he was right there and screaming through a microphone. "Well, maybe that's because you disappeared off the face of the fucking earth, bitch!" Hannah winced slightly before feeling her mouth fall open in shock; he'd never, ever called her anything like that before. "I haven't seen you in half a fucking decade! You just disappeared – we didn't know what happened to you or where the fuck you were! All we knew was that you ditched town and there was no fucking way to find you! Jesus Hannah, why the fuck did you have to move to fucking Minnesota? Why the fuck couldn't you stay in Detroit, or at least Michigan!"

Personally, she was proud that they hadn't found her until now; considering what she was up against, five years had to be good. But he was beginning to press on her nerves with how he was acting – shouting at her like that, calling her a bitch, swearing like her. Even if she deserved it, which she probably did, why did he have to do this while she was at work? She knew the Mercer boys well enough that they knew where she was, and probably had somebody in town waiting for a call to go pick her up. Her deep, captivating, olive green eyes beginning to obtain that dangerous tint of fiery red that foreshadowed somebody getting hurt. The majority of her co-workers – all save Aaron – backed away a few feet while keeping within earshot, but she turned her back to them. Placing the receiver back against her ear, she hissed, "Watch your goddamn mouth, Jackie-boy! D'you realize who you're talking to, you little fairy? This is Hannah!" Although he couldn't see her, the girl jabbed herself in the chest with her thumb as she spoke her own name. "You've never called me a bitch before!"

"Well, I'm calling you one now, and you sure as hell know you deserve it," Jack snapped, anger coursing through his voice. Years of missing her, not seeing her, not knowing if she was in trouble, or on the street somewhere with only a blanket to shield her from winter's wrath. "You ran away, Hannah! You left us, and disappeared, and we didn't know if you were dead or alive! You deserve to be called a bitch!"

She countered quickly, jabbing her index finger forcefully on the desk before her, as if the person she was arguing with sat behind it. "You know I had a damn good reason to leave, Jackie," she growled in a low, threatening voice, "and I don't regret it one bit. Okay? Get that through your fucked up head."

"You watch who you're calling fucked up!" he shot back.

Hannah took a second to breathe. She closed her eyes, rubbing the heel of her free hand against them, before opening them to stare at the wall. "Okay, rock star, let's get passed the insults. I wanna know how you got my phone number, and don't even attempt to say that Jeremiah had it. Listen, I covered my tracks, I changed my fucking last name, okay? I did so much shit you guys couldn't track me down until now." She ruffled her bangs with her unoccupied hand, and released a minute sigh. "So?"

The garage workers were beginning to get worried. If she had to do that, who in God's name was she running from?

She could almost feel Jack's slight smile and slighter head nod through the telephone. "Okay, Han, I'll tell you if you promise to calm down." Taking the short silence that followed as a sign to go on, he continued, "Sofi found it in your room."

"Sofi…?" she inquired, perplexed. After five seconds of deep thought, her eyes shot open in realization. "Fucking La Vida Loca? How the fuck did she get involved in this? More importantly, what's that bitch been doing, sneaking around my room?"

Jack couldn't fight the urge, as he let out a low chuckle. "Short temper, even shorter attention span," he mumbled, paying no mind to whether she heard that or not. Instead, he stated, more clearly, "Angel catches you talking shit about Sofi and he'll have your ass."

Before she could even begin to think of anything to say to that comment, the commented on male made an appearance. "You're damn right I will."

Hannah's bottom jaw ever so slightly, so that her lips were just barely ajar. Her empty hand discovered her forehead, and its fingers interlocked themselves with her bangs. She whirled around to lean her bottom on the desk, and faced her co-workers, though she could not see them; her eyes were gently shut. Not meant to be seen by those guys, she mouthed what appeared to be the words 'Oh my God…'. In the back of her mind, she could hear the youngest two of the Mercer family yelling.

"You scared her off, Jarhead!" Jack accused his older brother angrily. He huffed, showing his displeasure, and muffled laughter was audible in the background.

She could almost see Angel's hands raise up to convince them of his innocence. "Man," he tried, "I didn't do nothing! So lay off, dick lips, it ain't like she hung up or anything!"

Hannah opened her eyes, and locked her gaze with the only respectable person in the garage, and her only friend. She carefully and slowly mouthed to him, 'Don't worry… don't do anything stupid.' After retaining her silence, just for another moment, she flipped out again, pounding her fist on the desk once. "Shit, Jackie-O! You put this on fucking speakerphone? Fuck!" she hollered. Breathing slowly, she demanded to know, "Who else has been listening in?"

Then she heard an unmistakable voice that she hadn't heard in longer that she hadn't heard Jack's voice. "Me and Jerry," it announced in that gruff, oh-so-recognizable voice.

"Bobby?" she inquired exasperatedly.


That's as much as a cliffhanger as I could find from what I have, and I think it's at a descent part. I hope everybody decides to review this chapter, I love hearing from readers! And to those who reviewed last time:

Iluvgarretthedlund: Thank you so much! And maybe this will answer some of your questions about Hannah… and I hope you liked this chapter too! (Oh, and as a side note, I love your stories!)

RecluseChIcK: Uh… I never really thought of the end of last chapter as a cliffhanger… but maybe I was! I guess so. Is this one more of a cliffhanger? Oh, I love this… how could I do this to you? Simple. Post. Anyway, I really hope you enjoyed this chapter, and that you will review again!

Too Lazy to Sign-In: Wonderfully written? Thank you soooooo much! I adore you. And I try to make it so that there aren't any mistakes, glad to see it's paid off! And the stranger who helped Jack? In due time. I seriously have no idea when they're going to find out. Anyway, this might have answered some questions you have… but perhaps the next chapter will answer more! So, review, please?

Sweet A.K: Yeah, some mystery, but not a lot… perhaps? I don't know. More will come, though! Hehehehe… Thanks, and hope you review again!

Roxy: Yeah, I'm a fan of detail. I love it. Ever since my grade for teacher… though he once told me I had too much detail. And yay! I always love hearing that I've kept the characters in character. Sometimes they tend to stray. So, here's an update, though it doesn't really have all the brothers.

WishfulWriting: Oh, thanks! Gotta love the details, of course, and I hope you liked this chapter.

pwrhungryjr: Yeah, I couldn't stand keeping Jack dead, I don't have the heart to do it! I know how annoying Sofi can be, and I hope I lived up to it; I tried hard! And of course Angel is the only one who can stand her… he gets to have sex! And here is an update, so you going to gimme a review?

Mizz-Whizz49: Oh, of course, thank you for that wonderful comment! And great vocabulary comes from reading a lot, and having my friends… more book-obsessed than me! So here is an update, hope you review… by the way, I've read all your Four Brothers stories, and I love 'em.

tigerwhisper: Thanks to you as well. I love the beginning, though it's kinda bland… I just needed to intro the brothers and stuff, although Jerry isn't there. And.. yeah. Hope you liked this chapter as much as the last!

Caitlin: I like how I kept Jack alive too. And I really like the fact that you found this interesting! And I'm entertaining the thought that you'll like this chapter and that you'll update.