How do you deal with your family stealing from you

I don’t know if I have a right to be upset about this or not. On Christmas Eve my grandpa passed away so I had to travel to the state my family is in. After the funeral we started to go through all his things, and he had a doll that I have always wanted and asked him for. He told me that once he died I could have so after we found it in a box I took it because everybody knew I had wanted it and he said I could have it. Later that day I went to my great aunts house on my moms side for New Year’s Eve. I spent the night at her house and the next day I went back to my grandmas house. I decided I wanted to go look at the doll so I went to the room I was sleeping in and opened the box to see the doll was missing. My dad was standing right next to me as I opened it and I asked him where the doll went. He casually told me that my aunt took it because she was crying about wanting it. I was obviously very upset and hurt because no one had even bothered to tell me she took it. I started crying to my dad because it really hurt me to know that my own family would steal from me and he told me he would talk to her about it and tell her my grandpas promise. He later told me that she was going to talk to me about it. I went to dinner with my grandma and aunt later that evening and expected her to talk to me about the doll. She said nothing. The next day I had to leave early because of weather so I packed up and told my grandma goodbye. I walked past my aunt because I was still very upset with her. As I was walking to the truck she started to run after me yelling that I wasn’t allowed to not hug her goodbye. I told her I wasn’t her child and I didn’t want to give her a hug. She then grabbed my arms as I was getting in the truck and tried to hold them behind my back. I started screaming at her to let me go and not to touch me but she started getting more aggressive. I tried to sit down and dead weight her but she was pulling my arms up hurting me so I started screaming at the top of my lungs. My dad and grandma rushed out to see what was happening and my dad yelled to stop so she let go for a second and I ran to the truck. I locked the doors and she started pounding on the windows for me to by a real woman and get out. So I held a blanket on the window and started having a panic attack. A few minutes later she left and my dad got in and started screaming at me. He made me go inside and apologize. She thinks we made up but I’m still very upset and now scared of her. Do I have a right to be mad.