Into the Wrong Arm of the Law

Marci'a heard the glass crash and the loud yelling of her parents fighting and just let her fear control her feet. She was always looking for a reason to fly free anyway and this was just handed to her.
At 13 yrs. old, she was sheltered from any street lessons, and had no clue how dangerous it could be.
After dodging the main streets, through the woods she loved, and feeling very free, she walked up Oxon Hill Rd. to where she recalled seeing a front yard sign saying "Rabbits" in the car with her mom.  Feeling very brave she walked right up to the front door and knocked!
The grandmotherly lady who answered the door was so kind and when asked about the rabbits she opened the door and her heart to this little visitor. She told Marci about her grand daughter, Becky, who lived there and was just about her age. She said she would be back soon and led her out to the rabbit hutches after cookies and milk.
Not long after, the grand daughter came home and the two girls got on great, returning coke bottles to the corner store, buying sodas and petting every single rabbit. The day flew by and Marci didn't even notice. And she could smell something wonderful cooking inside, stirring pangs of hunger she was too busy to care about.
About 5:30 in the evening Becky ran to the door squealing, "Daddy's home" and running into a man's arms at the front door. After Beckys'introductions and explanations of finding a new friend, Marci noticed the man staring at her with an intensity she didn't like at all. He started in with questions like, "where do you live and what's your name?", but before she even answered him he said "I KNOW who you are now...I've been with a search party all day looking for you in the quicksand pits in the woods!"
With red cheeks and too surprised to even think up a lie, she tried to inch her way towards any exit as the family exclaimed and pondered over such a coincidence.
When she overheard the man on the phone say he found the runaway girl she let her fear rule her feet again, but not fast enough. The man caught her as she got the front door open and she saw the car in the driveway.
The car in the driveway was a patrol car.....she had played all day at the policemans' house while he searched for her!!
This was to be her first of many times in handcuffs.....until she mastered the art of escape.