Daughter of Refugees

Part 4

Pheona's P.O.V.

"Why did you treat my ankle?" He sat there and didn't answer. I waited a minute and turned and ran out the door. I need to find them. I ran for awhile and stopped. I know what to do. I found myself at a police station. I walked in and stood in the middle of the room. "Can I help you ma'am?" "Get me Zonic" he made a radio call. "Um, officer Zonic report to the 7th precinct. Your presence is needed" "Come and get me sucker" I said into the radio. A few minutes later the doors swung open and he walked in. "Where is she?" "Right here, honey" I walked up to him. "Your in my custody 'Honey', got it?" "Okay, what does that mean?" "It means you stay in my supervision" I rolled my eyes. He dragged me out to his police car. "Now. Your the daughter of two dangerous refugees, they've told us th-" "you've heard from them?!" I poked my top half through the two front seats. "I haven't personally" I frowned. "Where are they?" "The important thing is what were gonna do with you" "what?!" "You could be potentially dangerous, they said you had nothing to do with their crimes. We have no belief your a criminal, doesn't make you scott free though" "yeah... now that I'm parentless" he didn't look at me but looked out the window. "Yes.. now, you will be escorted, by me, to a place you can stay and you will stay there and go to school" "school!? Like, real school?" "Have you been schooled?" "Yea, my parents home schooled me" he continued driving. I sat there, I crawled through the two sits and sat down in passenger seat. "What are you doing?!" "Moving" I cranked the radio up three notches. Slow down; Selena Gomez, The screen read. He put his hand on the dial, I slapped his hand. "Na na na" I shook my finger at him. I sat back and crossed my arms. We drove in silence besides the music blocking out traffic noises. I rested my head on my palm and looked out the window. I heard something and Zonic rolled down his window. "Hey Zonic, heh. I didn't know you like Selena" Zonic rolled his eyes and tried to turn it off. I slapped his hand again. "Would you quit that! It's little miss pigtails music" "Hey! This song kicks fucking ass" he laughed. He was a white haired guy with light green eyes, almost blue. "So who's your lady friend?" "I'm escorting her" "I'm refugees duaghter!" Zonic shoved me back in my seat. The guy just laughed and drove off when the light turned green. Zonic hit the gas and we started off. I turned off the radio when another song came on. He stopped in front a small normal house. He got out and circled around to my door. "Get out" he said while opening my door. "O-kay" I got out and stood in front of the house. He handed me a bag and walked to the door. I looked down at my hands at the thing he handed me. It was my messenger bag. I looked in it to make sure everything was still in there. The only thing not in there was a pocket knife I slipped in there at the last minute. "Can't have you causing trouble with this" he put the knife in one of his pockets. I scoffed and threw the bag over my head and onto my shoulder. "I'm a threat in disguise, right?" "Ye- what? No, your a potential threat" "whatever, same difference" I walked in the house. I looked around at the plainly set things around the room. Just an ordinary house. "You've been released into my custody, I'm your patrol officer" I stopped looking around turned around to him. "Oh, this is your house" "No, you'll be staying here though" He crossed his arms. "It could use a little touch-up" I swiped a counter with my fingers and rubbed them together, like checking for dust. "It's not special but it's nice" he walked away. I rubbed my finger on my pants. "Egh" I followed him to wherever he went. "You'll sleep here" I looked into an ordinary plain simple room. It had a dresser, a bed, a closet, and it's own bathroom. "Neat" I said sarcasticly. "Now, I have to watch you so I'll be staying here too" "oh boy, who's idea was that" "Zamy's, actually" I looked over at him. "Who the hell is that?" "She's head of the precinct, the lady you spoke to in the interrogation room" "oh is that who that was" I laid my messenger bag on the bed. I sat on the bed and bounced on it. He walked away from the door, "Where's my parents" he stopped. He looked back slightly, "there probably in death row" "what!?" "There criminals" "just because I didn't do anything don't think I'm okay with this! There my parents and I'm gonna do something about it!" I clenched my fists while standing there. "You can't do anything" "I can do a lot" I walked back and sat on the bed. I need information. I watched him walk away, and I know where to get it. I waited to later that night to make my strike. I went out into the kitchen as quietly as possible. I looked in the drawers, nothing. Damnit. No knives, clever son of a bitch. I went out and stopped at the sight of him sleeping on the couch. I walked over silently and grabbed the gun in his side belt. I saw a little something poking out from one of his pockets so I grabbed it out. It was my pocket knife. Perfect. I grabbed his handcuffs and attempted to put them on him. I moved him over and stuck them on with his hands behind his back. I heard him moan and decided to stand up. "Wh- what the heck!?" He woke up and looked at his situation. "How'd you-?" "I can do a lot of things" I sat there with the gun in my hand. Let the interrogation begin.