Dover came rushing back into the room an hour or so later. I had learned the name of my kidnapper by that point. He name was Mr. Kingsly. I found this out when I saw a nametag on his undershirt. Very soon, Dover senior came back into the room. Kingsly looked at him.
“Sir, are we going now?” He asked.
“Yes, we’ll be moving to the place in Vermont for now. Get the brat ready, and the other one too.” He said to Kingsly, and then to a nurse in the room. Dover junior, whom had been in the room the entire time but stayed silent, spoke up.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” He asked.
“Of course I’m sure! Now let’s get moving!” He commanded. I was put into a footed sleeper and a pair of sneakers, and carried out to a large van. Jacob was already in the van. He looked at me with a look that showed imminent danger was approaching. Dover and Dover junior sat down next to me on the left, while Kingsly sat between me and Jacob on the right.
It was a half an hour into the car ride, and I was feeling nervous. I didn’t know why, but I had a bad feeling about all of this. That’s when I heard the sirens. I heard tons of them, all wailing at the same time.
“This is the police! Pull over now!” Someone yelled through a megaphone.
The van sped up.
“Damn it! How did they know we weren’t giving the boy back?!” He asked aloud to nobody in particular. I thought about his statement for a second, and then nearly exploded into rage.
“YOU WEREN’T GOING TO BRING ME BACK? YOU FAT OLD PIECE OF”- I was interrupted by a hard hit to gut my Kingsly. I coughed a bit, a small drip of blood exiting my mouth. Jacob looked past Kingsly, and seemed to tear up along with me. But I didn’t cry. I was too mad for that!
I heard metal clang with bullets, and suddenly, the car began screeching and tilting.
“They shot out the damn tires sir!” The driver yelled.
The van stopped dead, causing me to nearly fly out of my seat. I was surprisingly held back by Kingsly. Then I felt it. I felt the cold tip of a gun touch my temple. The doors of the van opened up, and I was dragged out. Jacob was also grabbed out of the van, but by Dover Junior. The driver ran off into the nearby woods, but was chased by two officers.
The police cars had already halted, a good thirty or so feet away from us. Officers lined up their guns; some facing at Dover senior, others at his son; and some at Kingsly.
“Leave, right now! All of you!” Dover screamed. “Or the brat sees that all dogs go to heaven!”
I was so scared I wet my diaper right there on the spot. I looked around with my eyes as much as I could. I could see the helicopter overhead, and at least twenty police cars facing me. We were on the freeway, and it didn’t look like I was getting out of this.
“Go, NOW!” Dover commanded.
I saw all of the officers’ line up their guns. I was scared. “If they shoot, they’ll hit me!” I thought. Then I heard a gunshot, but from behind me. I felt blood trickle down my head, but it was coming from above me. I felt Kingsly’s grip loosen, and the gun fell from his hand. I moved to my left, the blood still on my face as I watched Kingsly fall to the ground. I looked behind me and saw something I’d never thought I’d see. Dover Junior was standing there, with a smoking pistol in his hand. Jacob was still in a headlock though.
“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” Dover screamed so loud that he was louder than a mega phone. Dover Whipped out a gun from his pocket. Dover Junior pointed his at Dover.
Before another word was said, both men fired. Both men hit. And both men collapsed. Jacob moved so Dover Junior wouldn’t topple over him. But, he didn’t run. He looked down at the sight of the man before him; shot squarely between the eyes. He looked at Jacob, who stared at him, bewildered and afraid, a splash of blood on his cheek.
“Your dad… did a good thing today Jacob. I did good…” He said, coughing. Though he had been shot between the eyes, he still seemed to cling to life. It was incredible to say the least.
“DADDY, NO!” He screamed. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing- “daddy?” I thought. “William Dover junior is Jacob’s father?!”
The next thing I knew all of the police officers began running towards me. Everything felt like it was in slow motion, but I was going normal speed. I looked into the crowd of people, and saw the one I didn’t even know was there. I saw my dad! I ran up to him, and everything sped up again. He hugged me, and I hugged him. I was back in his arms.
“Tristian!’ He cried.
“Dad!” I said, collapsing into him, crying along.
It was a bit of a journey home. After that, I was put onto an ambulance, and checked up. Officers asked me questions, and so did my dad. We were escorted home by two cop cars, but I drove in the same one as my dad. It was a little awkward, and even though we were both happy to be back with each other, but I felt like an elephant in the room. I was still wearing a sleeper and a diaper, which further complicated things. It was, odd.
When we got to our house, the officers talked to my dad for a few minutes, then left. My dad opened the door, and my mother came rushing towards me. She hugged me tight, understandably, for around five or six minutes. After we both expressed how good it was that I was home and safe, we all sat down in the living room.
“Son, listen, I know it might be hard for you, but could you please, tell us everything that happened to you over the past week?” My dad asked me.
I told him and my mother everything. I even came out about being a TB. I didn’t want to hide anything from them anymore; it was just too much to hide! When I finished telling about it all, then crying some, my dad came back with most shocking response.
“Tristian, your mother and I read up online about you, and what you like and all that. Do you want to be treated like that here?” He asked me.
I was shocked, but overjoyed. I cried more, and hugged my dad and my mom tight as I could, thanking them tremendously. I would have thought it weird in any other situation that he would offer something like that. But after all of this… all of this emotional and physical harm; I think he just wanted me to feel safe and happy at home.
I went upstairs and changed into some normal clothes, only I kept my diaper on. I had told my parents what had happened with the medicine Dover gave me, but they both said it was okay, and that we would deal with it. We had takeout pizza for dinner, something we never got, and soda. My mom went out to the store and bought me some baby things. She got me a new pacifier, more diapers, and even a plush polar bear, which I named Kumo. I felt good about the way my life was going now, it was… on track. I was changed by my mom before going to bed into a fresh diaper. She tucked me in tightly, and kissed me on the forehead.
“Mom?” I asked.
“Yes sweetie?”
“Are you… Mad at me for this?” I asked.
“For what, liking baby things? Heavens no! I love you for who you are and what you are, regardless of who that is. And you want to know something?” She asked me.
“What?”
“I think I’m going to be happy having my little Twi Twi back!” She giggled.
My mom’s baby name for me always made me blush! And it most certainly happened when she called me it this time!
“Could you get dad in here please?” I asked her.
“Sure sweetie.” She responded. She left the room, and moments later, my dad came in.
“Dad… listen; I’m sorry about all this!” I said.
“For what? He asked me.
“For everything that’s happened!”
“Son, listen, none of this was your fault, okay? Now listen, I love you, got it? I want you to get some rest now.”
“But dad, I want to ask you one more thing! What about Jacob?” I asked.
“That other boy with you today?” He inquired.
“Yeah! What’s going to happen to him?” I asked.
“Most likely he’ll be put into the system… you don’t want that to happen, do you?” He asked me.
“No! Please, can we do something?” I asked.
“I think I know just what to do. Don’t worry, in the morning, I’ll make some calls, and see what I can do, okay? Get some sleep now.” He told me.
“Okay dad. Love you!” I said.
“Love you too champ.” He replied, putting my pacifier in my mouth.
“Oh, and before I go…” He said, stopping himself from leaving.
“I got these from my private eye… He said they were yours.” He placed a small deck down on my side table, and exited the room.
“My cards? Private eye?” I wondered.
My dad walked down the hall, and stopped in front of a tall man. He wore thick glasses, and a trench coat.
“So then, everything’s sorted out?” The man asked.
“Yes, I believe so. My son is safe at home, and my wife and I will be able to sleep peacefully again.”
“Good, good. Now, regarding the two people who nurtured your son for the time he was kidnapped. They told the police that they were being held at gunpoint the whole time. Tristian said he never saw anybody who even looked like one of Dover’s men during that time though. We have them in holding for the night, but the police still don’t know what exactly they’re going to do. Are you going to press charges?”
“Yes, I am. I figured out why they did it, I think. Well, actually, it was Tristian’s idea behind the madness.” My dad stated.
“May I inquire then, the answer to the riddle?” The tall man asked.
“They did it to start his regression. It was Dover’s little way of starting the process, and then he himself continued it.” My dad said.
“But why wasn’t he regressed? I still can’t figure that out for the life of me.” The tall man said.
“It’s because he didn’t mind it. He didn’t mind it at all. Now, what about you? Are you going to be leaving town now that this’s over?”
“I don’t think I have much of a choice. Living two lives isn’t easy you know John.”
“That’s true. Maybe when my son gets older, he’ll be safe in your care?”
“Maybe; you never know these days! If he gets into the college, I’ll keep a close eye on him.”
“I have a felling you’ll need to. I don’t know why… but I have this feeling that this whole thing isn’t totally over yet.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah… I think this is just the beginning.”
I soon fell asleep, thinking of Jacob; and of Kingsly, and of the Dovers. I thought long and hard about the whole situation, and what had happened. I was never kidnapped again, but my life never really let up in the excitement department.
But that story? That story is for another day.