Mind Games and D.I.D

10. Yeah, thank's for the ride!

Early the next morning Ferrie was unwillingly awoken by Martin once again knocking on her bedroom door.

"Ferrie, it's nearly eight. You should be up by now. Didn't your alarm go off?"

"No," she replied carelessly. Martin then cracked open the door and glared at her through it. "I told you it broke."

"You were serious?"

"It broke itself when it wouldn't shut up..." she replied sarcastically as she pushed herself upright. "Besides, I do have a phone again now, so I don't need that ancient shit."

"Just get up, Ferrie. Your escort will be here in half an hour," he stated simply before pulling the door shut again. Ferrie sighed to herself as she wondered why she even got herself into the situation in the first place. But Jessica just aggravated her beyond self-control sometimes.

"I guess I kind of do need to sort my shit out..." she admitted while pushing herself out of bed.

Ferrie was easily up and ready to go within the half an hour she had. Martin then walked her out to the police car. Or the so-called 'police car'. It was unmarked and it didn't look like an undercover car, either. Possibly just a customised personal vehicle, as it did have a police-like interior, with a police radio and make-shift separation cage but had no lights or sirens.

The guard then held some handcuffs out, ready to put on her.

"Ooh, I'm excited now," she uttered cheekily.

"Ferrie..." Martin sighed as he really didn't like her talking like that. The officer just kept a straight face.

"But seriously, are those necessary?" She asked, thinking it was a bit of an overkill for the situation.

"It is protocol, Miss," he replied, putting the cuffs on her wrists at the front.

"It's not like I have any damn scissors on me..."

"Oh, I hope this does you some good," Martin hoped out loud as Ferrie was then directed around the car by the officer. "I love you," he ached to have to see his only daughter go through this.

"You too," she replied quickly while waiting for the guard to open the back passenger side door. Ferrie quickly peered down and noticed that this car only had a type of small locking switch on the inside of the door that disabled the interior handle. As she moved past it, she slyly flicked it to the unlock position as her bags were in the way of the guard's view.

As they drove off, Ferrie reached into her handbag quietly, before glancing up to see the officer was engaged in an argumentative conversation on the police radio. She then reached into her bag and pulled out a small black hair clip to pick the locks on her handcuffs. Once removed, Ferrie went to put them on the floor of the car, then changed her mind as she thought they might just come in handy one day and slid them in her bag instead. As the car came to an intersection, she grabbed her two bags and took the opportunity to disappear. While the officer was busy having an intense argument with someone on the police radio, she slowly opened the door, quickly got out and quietly closed the door. She ducked and quickly walked away as the car drove off down the road. A couple people glared at her strangely, probably because of the sneaky way she had gotten out of the car. So she straightened herself up and walked casually.

"Yeah, thanks for the ride!" She uttered before ducking around the corner of a nearby shop and grabbed out her cell phone to call her boyfriend.

"Hey, what's the news?" Damian asked hastily, as he had been intending the call.

"Yeah, So, I need somewhere to stay..." Ferrie informed him simply.

"Alright. What's happened? Where are you now?"

"I'm on the main street in town," she uttered peeking down the road in case the officer had noticed that she was gone. Damian checked the time and easily came to a conclusion of his own.

"Okay, I'm not going to school, then. It's a filler week, anyway," he justified the school's mistake. "Do you want to stay with me? I have been living in the outside room for a while now, remember? You're welcome over whenever you want."

Ferrie nodded to herself as she glanced back up the street again.

"Ah-okay!" She gasped, feeling mortified as she spotted the security car driving back down the road. She quickly bent back around the corner of the building and slyly turned her back to hide her face as the vehicle passed.

"Huh?"

"Uh, thanks. I'll see you in like, half an hour."

"Ferrie, what just happened?" He asked with suspicion.

"Oh, just ah, thought I saw that girl from my drunken fight across the road. Don't worry, she's gone now..." she exclaimed convincingly as she peered back down the road again to see the car had indeed continued past her and was gone again. Ferrie knew that he would probably accept that story better than the real one. Damian chuckled at the perceived predicament.

"Yeah, you probably won't want to see her again..." he snickered. "Anyway, I can come get you now if you want. I'll be going that way anyway in a few minutes."

"Great, you read my mind."

"Cool. See you in five, babe."

Ferrie smiled to herself as she ended the call and deemed it safe enough to be back out on the street again without getting caught.