115. Full Circle

Barnacle Bay, present day...

“Fuck!” Devon panicked when they arrived at Tamsyn’s house and found the place abuzz with all sorts of law enforcement agents.

The media crew looked very comfortable in their camping chairs, sipping on lukewarm coffee.

A reporter from Channel 1 News was updating the whole world on the "hostage" situation Devon and J.D. knew nothing about because their cell phones were turned off during their flight and none of them had thought of tuning into the news on the plane.

One of the SWAT agents was on the phone trying to get through to Tamsyn.

Devon correctly guessed he was the negotiator, and his very presence there wasn’t comforting. It was obvious Tamsyn wasn’t cooperating, and if she felt cornered she’d go crazy on everyone. Devon, knew this first hand. He’d seen the results of her rage.

Carla and Gabe immediately got down to questioning by standers. It became clear, very quickly, what had prompted the police and media blizzard...

John’s wife, Sandra, had gone to the police to report Tamsyn after going through her garbage. The cops had then descended on her house some five hours ago. So far they’d been trying to get Tamsyn to answer the house phone, but she wasn’t picking up, and they had no other means of communicating with her. The baby’s cries, which could be heard earlier, had ceased.

“That bitch!” Devon raged when he heard Tamsyn could have been drugging his son all along to keep him quiet.

“You don’t know if that’s true,” J.D. tried to keep him calm, but he wouldn’t have any of it.

“I need to go in there and get my son!” His tirade was cut short when he saw Carla and Gabe approach with the hostage negotiator. Introductions were made all around and firm handshakes were exchanged.

J.D. wanted to know what the plan was. Maxwell, the negotiator, explained they couldn’t just storm the house since they had no clue where she was keeping Blake.

“I can talk to her. She’s my ex. I know her well. She’ll listen to me,” Devon suggested. Maxwell didn’t like the idea, but he promised he’d pitch it with his higher-ups. He drifted off, leaving Devon with the vampires.

An hour later Maxwell came back. They’d received a go ahead from the higher-ups. If Devon could talk to Tamsyn, it would be great. More precious seconds were wasted coaching him, he had to reach out to her and be empathetic to her cause. All the bullsh*t he’d rather not do, but for Blake he would.

“Okay, remember what I said. Don’t blame her. Don’t accuse her. We are trying to get her to open up,” Maxwell reminded him again as he passed the megaphone to him.

“Tamsyn, it’s Devon.” He began, but stopped and let the megaphone hang limply in his hand, suddenly at a loss for words. His voice sounded strange on the loud speaker. It was so close, so polite, yet hollow and false at the same time.

Maxwell and J.D. nodded their encouragement and he tried again to talk to his ex.

This time he was more confident and sincere as he pleaded with Tamsyn to pick up the phone. He explained he wanted to talk to her in private, and he’d really rather do it over the phone, or if she wanted, he could come inside the house.

A few minutes went by, the landline inside the cabin rang a few times before it disconnected. After the fourth try, Tamsyn finally picked up the phone.

Maxwell passed the handset to Devon.

She sounded like she was crying and she was threatening to do all sorts of crazy things. But what worried Devon and the cops the most was her promise to take Blake someplace safe, where no one would take him away from her. Devon’s heart stopped when she said this, processing her threat. Maxwell and his team encouraged him to keep talking to her.

And so he carried on with the lies, warming up to his role, praying that if Eloise was watching any of it, she wouldn’t believe a word he was saying.

He clutched the phone tightly in his hand, speaking softly with Tamsyn. He told her he understood why she took Blake and he didn’t blame her, this whole mess was his own fault. He shouldn’t have left her. He should have treated her well, and if she gave him a second chance, he’d be the best boyfriend ever and a good father to Blake.

Up until now he’d just pitied Tamsyn, felt sorry for her. But now he seriously hated her. He hated her for making his life a public spectacle. But more than anything, he hated her for putting Eloise through a week of heartbreak he wasn’t even sure they’d survive as a couple.

But he carried on with the lies, choking on his tears, the cameras zoomed in on his pain.

“I love you. Please give us a second chance!” He gagged and almost threw up when he said this. All lies. He wanted to rip out her heart and serve it to her for breakfast.

“You are lying to me!” Tamsyn shrieked on her end. “I know you asked her to marry you. I gave you two years of my life and what do I have to show for it? I wanted your kids and you always refused, telling me there was plenty of time for that. I loved you most. I wanted to be with you forever and grow old with you but you dumped me at the first sign of trouble! I have something better now Dev. I don’t need you! I don’t need your bullshit. I have our son. He’ll love me forever. He won’t leave me like you did!”

“I’m sorry, please. Let me come inside and we can talk about this. I promise I won’t leave you again. Please, just let me come in,” Devon pleaded.

Maxwell and his team shook their heads frantically. This wasn’t part of the plan. They couldn’t send him inside. But now that his words were out there, they couldn’t take them back either.

Tamsyn faltered for just a brief second before she agreed.

“Okay…You can come in. Tell everyone to back away from the porch; I’ll open the door for you. But no funny business Dev. I have a gun and I will use it. You really don’t want anything to happen to our son, do you?” Tamsyn threatened before she cut the call.

“Are you insane? You were only supposed to talk to her and get her to open up. We can’t send you in there!” Maxwell glowered, rolling his shoulders, trying to ease his tension.

Devon didn’t stick around to hear the rest of his tirade. He ran up the front porch, unaware that J.D. was close behind him.

The newshounds were still relentless in their pursuit for drama, trying to catch every bit of the action, camera bulbs flashed on, microphones were shoved in their faces, bystanders clamored closer and the uniformed police were having a hard time keeping them beyond the yellow line.

The SWAT team, who’d been idle for the past few hours, waiting for Tamsyn to give herself up, were suddenly on their feet scrambling after Devon and J.D.

“What is he doing here?” Tamsyn screamed through the crack in the door, waving the gun at Devon.

He turned around to tell J.D. to step back just as Tamsyn fired a warning shot, screaming at them to back away or she’d kill Blake.

Everything after that was a blur.

J.D., with his superhuman speed, pushed Devon aside to get him out of harm’s way as Tamsyn took her second shot.

He swiftly got to his feet and kicked the door open just as Tamsyn was about to close it.

The force he applied on the door sent her flying in the air and she crashed to the floor.

He swooped in on her, holding her in place.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Devon run into the bedroom to get Blake.

Devon broke down when he picked up his son from the crib.

 As lifeless as he was, Blake was the most beautiful sight ever…

The End

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