Innocent Fugitive

Boys are Trouble

"Ready? One. Two. Three. Go! Go! Go!" Teresa counted down as Bella and Margo were perched behind her ready to push the wheelchair Teresa had been put in.

As they started to run, the wheelchair Teresa was sitting in made an awful racket, but that didn't stop Margo and Bella from pushing. Teresa felt as though she were on a terrifying swing that would never go backwards. They heard and barely saw doctors and nurses coming out of their rooms to see what was going on. When they saw the girls, they would shout and some of them would start chasing them, waving their arms and screaming at them to stop.

But Margo, Bella and Teresa didn't stop until they were outside the building, looking into the dead of night. 

"Ha, Ha! We did it!" Margo puffed triumphiantly. 

"I didn't think that would work," panted Bella in reply. 

Teresa shrugged and stepped out of the wheelchair. She breathed in the fresh outdoor air that she had been longing  to breathe since she was put in that stuffy, coconut smelling hospital room.  "Alright, take me to the car."

"The car?" Margo asked.

"The car that you came in of course! Where is it?" Teresa asked again.

"We came in a cab, Teresa, not a car," Bella looked at Teresa in a strange way, like she had thought Teresa had lost it.

"You came in a cab? Do you even know what the time is? Cabs don't work later than midnight. And by the looks of this time on my phone, it's almost one a.m. In the morning" Teresa pulled out her phone  and showed them the time, she was right.

"That time could be wrong," Bella protested. She didn't like being told what she did wrong.

"Trust me, it's not wrong," Teresa said seriously.

"How are we going to get home then?" Margo asked anxiously.

Teresa turned to Bella, "Do you know anyone who might be up this late who could help us, preferably someone who won't blab?"

Only one person fitted that description and as much as Bella hated him, he was their only choice.

"Yeah, I know someone, but you're gonna regret asking him for help."

"Who?"

"Joseph."

- - -

Bella was right. Teresa did regret asking. She regretted it badly.

"Well, well, well. Fancy little Tinker Bell asking me for help. And lookie here, she's got a couple of hot girlfriends for the taking!" Joseph laughed as he got out of the car to greet them.

Margo was not going to be treated like this, "You lay one finger on me or any of us and you can say good bye to that finger," she snapped.

Bella smiled. Go Margo.

"Okay, okay," Joseph turned to Bella, " where'd ya pick up the fiery hot one?"

"Keep talking about me or anyone like that in my hearing distance, and you can forget about your voice box cause it won't be there any more," Margo threatened.

"Fine, fine," He opened the door for Teresa, who was trying to get in without speaking or interacting with him, in a butler like manner, and then got in his own front seat.

"When did you become a cab driver?" Bella asked cautiously.

"Oh, I'm not, I stole the cab from this old man who was bugging me," Joesph explained with a laugh. 

"Shouldn't have asked," Bella muttered under her breath.

Joseph stopped at a red light. He turned around to look at Teresa. Who stared at him back in an incomprehensible way. Finally he said, "So, if she's the trouble maker and the ring leader," he pointed to Bella, "and she's the short but feisty one," he pointed to Margo, "what are you? The smart one?"