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Caroline placed a pill on each child’s tongue as she had been doing this for two weeks. The years of Thorazine injections could not just be stopped, so she needed to lessen the amount each week. This way, the children would not experience withdrawals. The children were very cooperative when taking their medications especially considering the alternatives. They were still getting used to their surroundings.

The Prohibited made concerted efforts to make them feel loved and welcomed. Delilah and Caroline had become their primary caretakers since Violet’s schedule was hectic. Yet, the children had a strong connection to her. They saw her as their rescuer. They trusted her. However, Violet wasn’t so sure if the children were to be trusted. She remembered the conversation with Genevieve and Senator Kindle regarding the possibility of another type of Prohibited. A kind that would be inherently bad. With the information they had received, they all knew this was a possibility.

Violet had many conversations with Senator Kindle and Genevieve about this being the likelihood. They chose to wait it out to see what, if anything, was different with these children, besides their eyes. They would remain aware and cautious.

Caroline and Delilah filled the children’s days with new information and introductions into their world. There was plenty to keep them busy. They hadn’t ever remembered being outside. So, to them, seeing a tree was a new experience. They would eventually start schooling, but Delilah figured that after years of being blindfolded and living in one room, they should be allowed to be children.

The children did not disappoint. They were high spirited and somewhat mischievous. They liked to play pranks on unsuspecting members of the household. They threw tantrums, unlike most had seen. They were unusual Prohibited and not just because of their silver eyes. As the medication dosages lessened, the more their anger and frustration was showing. Caroline had hoped that she could ween them entirely off the Thorazine, but she was now second-guessing herself. Their behavior was becoming concerning.

Delilah was of the mindset that if they exhibited some rebellion, no one could really blame them. She thought that they should be able to process years of abuse and neglect and be given useful tools and coping skills to act and react in healthy ways. This was going to take years. Still, they remained aware of the possible inherently negative attributes that these children may possess. The children were to begin working with Violet’s therapist in a week. Delilah figured they could all rally until therapy could teach them better behaviors. However, even for Delilah, questioning ending the Thorazine was a bit of a struggle. The lesser doses allowed for worse behavior.

The children ran downstairs to the awaiting Prohibited. Everyone greeted them with hugs and happiness. The Prohibited desperately wanted an attachment to them, but the children always seemed a bit detached. Again, they gave it understanding due to their trauma and continued with love. There was hope that they would learn to make real connections within the house. For now, hugs would have to do.

The children sat at the kitchen table, teasing and hitting each other as breakfast was being made. Every once in a while, Delilah would have to remind them that hitting wasn’t acceptable. The children would be greatly disappointed, cease the hitting, only to return to it moments later. It took great patience not to separate them, but patience was a quality all Prohibited possessed.

Caroline scooted in between the two children as they all began to eat and converse with the kids. Gabriel and Annabelle commonly said things about the facility without knowing the impact of their words on the adults around them. That was their normal and all they knew. So as normal to them as their stories were, it was equally shocking and abnormal to the rest. The Prohibited tried their best to respond calmly and as ordinary as any response could be. But internally, sadness rang out through most of the children’s memories. However, the more freedom, respect, and love the children were receiving, they were beginning to see the differences between the two worlds. When they would be tucked in at night by the Prohibited, it made them feel uncomfortable. However, they realized that this was normal, not what the facility used to do. Their old home was dark, sterile, and cold. This home was light, lived in, and loved. After only two weeks, they liked this house much better.

After breakfast, Delilah and Caroline began helping the children with chores. Annabelle helped Delilah do dishes while Caroline helped Gabriel vacuum the floors. The children found satisfaction with helping. They enjoyed the communal living. They were never alone, and this brought them security. After the chores were done the children got an hour to watch TV. This was their first memory of sight in the house, and it was their favorite thing to do. Caroline and Delilah sat on the couch as the children sat on the floor. The TV had been turned on, and Annabelle grabbed the remote first. She turned it to one of her favorite programs.

“I don’t want to watch that!” Gabriel shouted, not through thought.

“I don’t care! I do.” Annabelle shouted back in the same manner.

“Guys. No fighting, or the TV will have to be turned off.” Caroline told them.

“But I don’t want to watch this! It’s stupid!” Gabriel grabbed the remote out of Annabelle’s hand and began changing channels.

Annabelle immediately grabbed for the remote back as Gabriel held it above his head. “But I do!” She yelled.

“Hey. That’s not okay, guys. We can choose something for both of you to watch.” Delilah insisted.

“But he took the remote from me!” Annabelle rarely showed this kind of anger. She continued to fight him for the remote. Delilah stood up to take the remote when suddenly Annabelle stood up and swiftly motioned her arm upward. Instantly, Gabriel flew through the air and hit the wall. She had flung him across the room as easily as having thrown a rag, yet she hadn’t even touched him.

The remote fell out of his hand, and Annabelle walked over and picked it up. She sat on the floor and turned the channel as if nothing had happened. This made Gabriel very angry, and he stood up and began to motion his arm in the same manner as Annabelle had, but Delilah stepped in and sent a wave of protection over both children. She reached down and took the remote out of Annabelle’s hand, and turned off the TV. Both Caroline and Delilah had never seen this before and were thrown off by the children’s actions.

“Hey! I was watching that!” Annabelle yelled, looking up at Delilah.

“Yes, but now the TV is off. Annabelle, how did you just do that?” Delilah wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer.

Annabelle turned back towards the TV. “I don’t know. I was just mad. But he took the remote from me!”

“I understand, Annabelle, but that’s not a good way to react. I’m very disappointed in you right now.” Delilah responded.

Annabelle lowered her head as she felt ashamed. Gabriel ran up the stairs and slammed Violet’s bedroom door behind him. Caroline followed him.

“Annabelle, listen to me, sweetheart. We don’t do things like that in this house. Do you know that?”

Annabelle nodded her head. “But I was mad. He shouldn’t have taken the remote.”

“No, he shouldn’t have. He could have reacted better. But Annabelle, we don’t hurt people.” Delilah guided Annabelle’s face up to look her in her silver eyes. “Do you understand?”

Annabelle scanned Delilah’s loving golden eyes. She recognized that Delilah wasn’t going to hurt her like those in the facility. “But I was really mad.”

“Even if you’re really mad, you can’t just hurt people. You hurt your brother. Doesn’t that make you sad?” Delilah asked.

Annabelle was ashamed of what she had done, now that she had calmed down. “Yeah. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Can we go upstairs, and can you apologize to him and promise him that nothing like that will ever happen again? You don’t want him to be afraid of you, right?” Delilah began to take Annabelle’s hand.

“No. I don’t want him to be afraid of me. I’ll tell him I’m sorry.” Annabelle said sincerely.

“Good. Let’s go.” They walked upstairs. Delilah left Caroline in charge of the peacemaking, and she went downstairs to retrieve her phone. She called Violet’s number.

“Hi, mom. Everything okay?” Violet answered.

“I’m not sure. I think you need to come home. We had an incident with the kids, and I’m not exactly sure what to make of it. I think we need your help.” Delilah replied.

“Alright. I’m finishing up a meeting, and I’ll be there in twenty minutes. Will that work?” Violet asked.

“Yes. That should be fine. And Violet, I think you may need to clear the rest of your schedule for the day.” Delilah informed her.

Violet knew her mom would not request this if it weren’t necessary. “Okay. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

The women hung up the phone. Delilah went downstairs to her room and retrieved three pictures. She looked at each one for moments. She did not smile or find happiness in these pictures. She had discovered these pictures years ago but didn’t connect the children to them until two days after the children’s arrival. She hadn’t known how to have this conversation with Violet or Jacob, so she didn’t. But she had no choice now. She had to bring out a fact that no one was aware of, and that would change all of their lives.

Delilah waited for Violet, hoping she would hurry but also hoping that she wouldn’t. This wasn’t going to be an easy conversation. Delilah had asked Caroline to stay with the children in the room until she met with Violet. Delilah could hear the laughter coming from the room. Both of the children had such contagious laughs that even the most hardened person would crack a smile. Delilah was glad to hear them laughing.

Violet walked through the door and saw her mom sitting on the couch. She sat down next to her.

“Is everything good?” Violet asked.

“I’m not sure.” Delilah responded.

“What happened?” Violet was curious.

Delilah explained the morning, the fight over the remote, and the actions of Annabelle. Violet was stunned to hear that Annabelle and possibly Gabriel had other gifts, harmful gifts. She knew their behavior had been a concern, but they didn’t expect this. This confirmed the great possibility that these children could be the likely alter-egos that Genevieve spoke about. Violet was at a loss of what to do.

“So, was it like the way I was with Xavier?” Violet cringed as the words came out of her mouth.

“It was. Except she wasn’t in a trans. Her eyes didn’t glow. And she remembered everything.” Delilah replied.

Violet was struggling with this information. They were Prohibited, that was obvious, but they also weren’t. However, she had been capable of similar actions. She had moments where she had lost control, but she didn’t really remember them. It sounded like Annabelle knew exactly what she was doing and had done it on purpose.

“This is crazy. What do you think we should do?” Violet sought answers from her mom.

“I’ll talk to Caroline about not stopping the Thorazine or finding another medication that can keep their anger in check for now. But Violet, I think you may have to help them maneuver the realm sooner than later.” Delilah responded.

“But I’m still learning myself. I haven’t even begun teaching you, dad, Caroline, or anyone else yet. I don’t know how to teach them.” Violet’s voice trembled. “I’m not sure we should.

“I understand. We’ll figure it out. Genevieve can help. I and the others can wait. Gabriel and Annabelle can’t. They need to learn to control their anger. As you know, medication can’t fix it all. They deserve to be taught.

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