Ollie gets woken up by the sounds of sirens, Police sirens. He hides deeper into his boxes as a cop car pulls up to the house knocking on the house. Monica stepped out in a panic. What had her so worried?
“i-I had a kid here! I heard it was the one that was being looked for. I was going to keep him here then I… uhh went to my room to sleep and I woke up and he’s gone I’m so sorry… I-I hope the little guys ok!”
She bawled, Ollie felt awful. She just wanted to help him but Ollie was just too embarrassed that he wet himself on her couch to even see her again. He wanted to stay with her so badly, maybe she would even remember him. that’s when Ollie sneezed
“AHCHU!”
His eyes got big and he hid better. the cops over to the stack of boxes holding out their guns.
“COME OUT NOW!”
they yelled in very loud tones and authority like. Ollie shook like crazy being so scared. He never had a gun pointed at him let alone when he was at his most vulnerable. He slowly stood up tearing up shaking. the cops sigh and put their guns away and then Monica ran over and hugged Ollie tight.
“Oh my God! you’re ok!”
Ollie felt so relieved but still kinda scared and cried into Monica.
“I-im sorry! I was just scared I didn’t mean to upset you!”
Monica wipes her eyes, also crying.
“Why were you so scared?”
Ollie blush and don’t say anything and Monica sighs. That’s when she let go of him and looked down at her shirt oddly then at Ollie.
“did… you wet yourself Ollie?”
Ollie blushes insanely and looks down his pants soaked. He must have done it when he was scared by the cops.
“i-I… I can explain!”
Monica sighs and smiles putting her hands on my face.
“it’s ok Ollie, no need to explain. I deal with little boys all the time”
She poops his nose and a cop whispers into her ear and she looks down.
“Can I atleast get him a change first?”
They nod and Ollie feels so small and embarrassed Monica takes Ollie’s hand taking him inside.
“what’s going on…?”
Ollie kinda though he knew but wanted to hear it.
“you can’t stay here… I don’t legally own you. so you got to go with the cops ok?”
Monica pulls off his shirt making him blush.
“B-but Monica come on we can-”
Monica pulls off his pants making him stop talking and cover himself making her giggle.
“it’s so funny to see a kid so worried about covering himself up…i would so adopt you… if I was able to. unfortunately I can’t, sorry.”
Monica grabs a shirt of hers and comes back with something familiar in her hand but he can’t quite see it.
“ok Ollie, I’m sorry but-”
She couches down in his face and holds out the pull up he had on the couch and he blush.
“no!”
Ollie yelled. Monica sighs.
“I know I know… you’re a big boy but do it for me please? I promise I’ll come see you everyday! and we can talk ok?”
Ollie looks down. damn it it’s just like how she convinced me to wear a diaper and rub against each other… She’s just so sweet I can’t not listen to her. I nod in defeat. Monica helped put the pull up on me. I looked down and felt like a toddler being punished for wetting too many times… only half that was correct he thought. Monica put the shirt over him and it fit again like a long nightgown.
Monica giggles and hugs me starting to cry.
“poor kid… I’m sorry we will find you a mommy and daddy.”
I hugged back and patted her back.
“I’ll be fine… thanks Monica I hope we can talk again sometime…”
so this was it. I was going to an orphanage. he thought. Monica took his hand and took him to the cops.
“here… take good care of him”
A lady cop smiles and grabs Ollie, picking up making Ollie scream.
“ahhhh?!”
the lady laughs.
“so you’re Ollie this very tricky kid that’s been running all over town huh?”
Ollie looked away embarrassed and humiliated being held on someone’s arms like this he glanced at Monica who was looking down and walking inside Ollie let out a small whimper to keep from being upset more than he was.
“I’m sorry she can come visit anytime ok? … so how old are you”
Ollie thought he can’t say his real age that would just make her laugh. the lady cops think for a while.
“hmm you must be 4?”
Ollie looked up and must have given her a mad glare the lady laughed.
“aww relax i’m joking! you’re just short for your age. you are probably 9ish. that’s what I’ll put down in the report.”
She pulls up Ollie’s shirt to show his pull up.
“oh he also needs pull ups put that in the report too.”
the male cop was writing it all down this made Ollie blush and pull his shirt back down.
“I don’t need them…”
Ollie said shyly and embarrassed.
“well just in case the Orphanage lady will deal with that. till then you need to keep it on. ok young man?”
Ollie rolled his eyes.
“whatever…can you just hurry the hell up already…”
no faster then he got that out his mouth was smacked his eyes get big and tears up holding his face.
“damn… I’m so used to doing that with my kids. but you need to watch your mouth Ollie! no curing understand me?!”