Taken

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Tanara’s P.O.V.

  It’s been about a month since I brought Harry home from Switzerland, and he’s been transitioning superbly! He seems really happy, and has grown a lot more fond of me than he used to be. I’m not punishing him at the moment, which has made his trusting of me go through the roof. But I will have to start enforcing rules, when he gets older again.

I have been reducing his memory a little bit every morning with a small pill I dissolve into his bottle. My dad gave me the pills before we left, so I could really start over with Harry. The pills are so technologically advanced, that they start from the beginning of his memory, so that it doesn’t scare him, until he can’t remember his own name. The only problem is when Harry has these random growth spurts. The pill doesn’t work, for that period of time. I’ve been talking to my dad about it and he said he is going to work on it. Its like he’s a different person and he doesn’t remember anything other than what ever happened before the pills. And afterwards, he completely forgets about it. It only lasts for about a half an hour, but I never know when its coming

I renamed Harry and have been calling him by his full name, to get him used to it, and so he’ll forget his own name, more easily. I gave myself a new name too! I chose Avery, because, that was my middle name. I picked his middle name, after my brothers name, my brother died of leukemia a few year’s ago. Thats why I originally took Harry. Harry looked so much like my older brother, that it scared me, so I thought, that if I took Harry and did enough damage to him, that he wouldn’t look so much like my brother anymore. But once I took Harry, I had a bit of a problem, he looked so much like my brother, that is was hard for me to hurt him, I only hurt him, just enough to scare him. And I had to make those rules to keep him in line.

I’ve decided that eventually I will let him talk again, but I think I’ll wait until he’s about five. I just don’t want him talking about his old life, or asking any questions. By that time, he will have forgotten any questions he wanted to ask.

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Harry’s P.O.V. (a month after this, so he’s about a year old)

I was eating dinner, I can eat all kinds of food now, I grew in my new teeth so quickly. Mommy had turned her back to me, and I wanted more Cheerios. I started waving my arms and banging my fists on the highchair, but she was on the phone with one of her friends. I wanted more Cheerios now! I banged my fists harder and started to cry, she she walked out of the room to hear her friend. I was getting really mad now.

“MOOOOOM!!!!!! I, WANT, MORE, CHEERIOS!!!!!! NOW!!!!!” I screamed, I hadn’t talked in a while, and it felt good until I saw her running through the kitchen door her face red with anger. She picked me up out of my highchair,

“YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO TALK AT ALL, UNTIL I TELL YOU TO GOT IT?” I nodded as she carried me up the stairs, and into her room. She stripped me down out of my cute polo shirt with a maple leaf on it, my little jeans with an elastic waistband and my diaper. She laid me over her knees and I froze, I knew exactly what was coming.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! 

“You are not allowed to talk until I tell you, you can, Ok?” I nodded into her thigh.

“SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! 

“You are not an infant anymore Harry, you need to learn to be patient, Ok? I nodded again.

“SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Ok, its over now Harry, baby its Ok, you are forgiven.” I could feel myself starting to grow. I know it sounds weird, but I can feel myself grow, and it is incredibly painful, it happens every month, It’s kind of like a girls period, but I never have any idea when its going to happen. I freeze and then I start to loose control of my body and I completely spaz out.