Year Zero: Another Version of the Truth Chapter 1-5 (Patreon)

Chapter 1

"Go ahead, admit it.  You are having an affair," Yvonne Hernandez confronted her husband.

"I'm not.  I swear."

"I know you are.  Admit it and tell me who it is with."

"Honey, I'm not."

"Stop lying to me.  It'll be better if you just admit it.  If you do then we can move on.  But if you don't then there is no future for our marriage."

"You have to believe me.  I love you and only you."

"I didn't ask who you love.  I asked who you having an affair with."

"Nobody."

"Is that your final word?"

"It's the truth."

"I know it isn't.  You are having an affair and if you won't admit it, you'll have to pay the consequences."

"The consequences?"

"Yeah.  You'll have to be punished."

"Now you're just talking crazy."

"Oh, I am?"

"Yes, you can't punish me like I'm a little kid?"

"What makes you think you're not a little kid."

"Yvonne, come on."

"From now on, everyone will see you as a kid."

"Sure, whatever."

"No, I'm serious.  I've got powers.  From now on everyone will see you like a little kid.  They'll treat you accordingly."

Chapter 2

"I've had enough of this.  If you aren't going to make sense then I'm getting some cigarettes."

"You're not going anywhere."

"You going to stop me?"

"I'm warning you.  It's after dark.  Don't go."

"What?"

"You heard me.  Children aren't allowed to walk about unescorted after dark.  Not children your age."

"You're crazy!"

"You had better listen to me,"Yvonne told him as she walked to the kitchen.

"I'm out of here!" Taylor replied.

He exited the apartment and took the elevator to the lobby. Then he walked outside the building.

Yvonne made herself a snack and then presumably looked for Taylor.  She looked where he should be and then around the apartment.  When she couldn't find him, she ran outside to look for him.  She was feigning being a distraught mother with a missing child.

Chapter 2

Taylor didn't have anywhere in particular to go.  He simply walked down the street.  Most people didn't pay much attention to him.  That was except for a fine gentleman who thought he saw a little girl walking alone.

"What's your name?"

Taylor wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone.  He kept walking."

"Where are you going?"

"None of your business."

"Do you know where your mommy is?"

"My Mommy?"

"Yeah your Mommy, where is she?"

"Leave me alone or you'll be sorry.'

The gentleman was unsure what to do.  Seeing a little girl that he thought was about seven or eight walking alone at night concerned him.  Anything could happen to her.  But he couldn't grab her.  He might get into trouble if he did that.  The gentleman watched where Taylor was going as he dialed 9-1-1.

"What is your emergency?"

"Hello, my name is Felix Hoffman, I'm at the corner of Redbank and Cyrus Streets.  I see a little girl walking all by herself."

"Is she with you?"

"No, I didn't want to stop her.  I think you should tell the police and find her parents."

"OK, we'll send someone over.  Can you keep an eye on her?"

"I'll try."

"Great."

Noticing that his man was following him, Taylor started to walk faster.

Chapter 3

Yvonne at that moment was searching the streets.  She was asking strangers if they saw a little girl alone.

Yvonne hadn't gone in the right direction to find Taylor, but it didn't matter.  She knew that Taylor would be found.  Taylor wasn't going to hide like a child who ran away from home.

After searching for a short while, Yvonne called the police also.

"Hello, you have to help me, my niece is missing!" Yvonne stated in a frantic voice.

"What's your niece's name?"

"Taylor, Taylor Hernandez."

"How old is your niece?"

'She just turned eight, but she is tall for her age."

"When did you last see her?"

"Maybe 20 minutes ago.  I went into the kitchen to make us a snack and she apparently left the apartment.  I don't know where she is."

"Where are you?"

Yvonne gave her location.

"We had a report of a young girl in that area."

"You have her then?"

"No, not yet, but we have sent a car."

"Has anything happened to her?"

"We don't think so.  We just got a report of an unescorted minor and we sent a patrol car."

"Where?"

"Last seen at the corner of Redbank and Cyrus Streets."

"That isn't far, I'll head in that direction."

"OK, anything we should know about her?"

"No, she's never done this before.  She's been staying with me for a short time."

Chapter 4

The police finally tracked Taylor down.  "Hey, young lady, lost?"

"Young lady?  What are you talking about?"

"My, you are precocious.  Are you Taylor Hernandez?"

"I haven't done anything illegal."

"Honey. no one said you did.  Your aunt is looking for you."

"My aunt?  What are you guys talking about."

"Want to ride in a patrol car?"

"No, I want to be left alone."

"We can't do that.   You are too young to be out all by yourself."

"I'm old enough."

"I know you think you are, but really you aren't."

"Listen to me, I don't know what my wife told you, or how she got you to go along with it.  I'm a grown man.  I don't need any help.  Leave me alone!"

"Look at the imagination on this one," the officer told his partner.

"I'm afraid we can't do that."

Taylor wasn't going to run.  He stood his ground.  "Look, I'm a grown man.  I haven't done anything wrong.  You can't hold me!  I know my rights!"

"You're aunt will be here soon.  We'll straighten this whole thing out."

"I have proof I'm an adult.  Taylor took his wallet out of his packet and then handed his driver's license to the officers.

The officer looked at it.  "Aw isn't this cute," he said as he handed the license to his partner.

"Yeah, it almost looks real."

"It is real!" Taylor interjected.

"Sure, Honey."

"See it's me!  That's my picture.  I'm not a little girl."

The picture indeed looked like Taylor.  It was his picture, but when the police looked at it, they saw it as clearly the picture of a small child, not a grown man.

The police-related their location to the dispatch who phoned Yvonne and told her where to go.  A small crowd gathered.  They sympathized with the police.  The child seemed willful to them.  The police were handling it as they should.

"I'm not a child.  I'm a grown man.  Stop treating me like a little kid."

"If you want to be treated like an adult you have to start acting like one."

"Sweetheart, the police are only trying to help you," one woman in the crowd stated.

Taylor didn't know what to do.  Fighting the police seemed pointless.  Yvonne was right, everyone did see him as a child.  He hadn't realized before that they actually saw him like a little girl, not even as a little boy.

Taylor considered telling the police that Yvonne had abused him.  Then Yvonne would be in trouble.  But he rejected that idea.  If she was in trouble and everyone thought he was a child, he would end up in a foster home or worse.  That would be worse.  There was magic involved.  The only person who could help him was Yvonne.  he would have to put up with this until he could convince her to make everything normal.

Chapter 5

Then it occurred to him, everyone saw him as a little girl.  Was he really a little girl physically? He didn't think so.  He looked at himself he seemed like himself.  Not that he checked his penis openly in public.  That didn't seem the right thing to do.

Yvonne finally arrived on the scene.

When Yvonne saw Taylor, she ran up to him and hugged him tightly, like she would a small child who had been lost.

"You had me so worried," Yvonne cried as she rocked him.  "Don't ever leave without telling me again!"  It was a seemingly heartwarming scene for all around them.

"Hey, this isn't right.  I'm a man!" Taylor complained.

"She has a huge imagination," Yvonne explained.

"We know.  She had this," the officer produced Taylor's driver's license.

"We made that on the printer.  She likes to pretend."

"It does look real."

"Thank you."

The officer handing it back to Yvonne along with Taylor's wallet.

"OK, I think we're done here."

"I can't thank you enough for finding her."

"No problem."

"Hey, she's crazy.  I don't want to go with her," Taylor demanded.

"Why not?  Is your mother mean?"

"She's not my mother."

"OK, I mean your aunt."

"She's not that either."

"If you don't want to go with her.  I suppose we can take you to a foster family.  Do you want to go there?" the police office said.  He didn't mean it.  He just wanted to scare her a little to encourage her to go home with Yvonne.

"No.  I'm an adult."

"I know what it is like to pretend.  But, little-one it's time you acted like an adult and stop pretending.  It's time to go home," the police office smiled reassuringly.

"I don't want to go home with her."

The officer took her aside to assess the situation.  To see why this little girl didn't want to go home with her caregiver.  The girl didn't have any signs of abuse.  She was well fed and didn't have any marks on her.  She seems to just be willful.  In the end, the police would release her to Yvonne.  There wasn't anything else they could do.  They didn't want to do anything else either.

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