Owen by John Reeves (best story books to read .txt) 📕

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There really was no doubt Jay and Pam weren't going to be denied a child. Everyone has to go through the interview process, but the Parker household was very right for taking on a child. The income was more than enough, they're house was plenty big enough, and they wanted a child for all the right reasons. They wanted to share the life of a human, to love, hold, and cherish. Pam had brought it up several hundred times over a three year period. Jay always thought about it, sometimes he though a while about it. The thing was he'd always know genetically it wasn't from them.

Jay loved his wife very much. The seven years they'd been married were easy for him to call the best years. He knew Pam had been in a car accident when she was younger, which left her unable to carry a baby to term. The truth was he wanted a son to pass things on to. By adopting a child he knew he could choose the sex, and even choose the one who looked most like him. Since taking on his own veterinarian practice things had become good for them financially. The place had a great clientèle when Mr. Bass died Jay took over. Jim Bass really liked Jay, there had been many times the old man would just watch him. When he looked at Jay he saw himself.

Ole Doc Bass never had a son of his own. The animals had been his life. When Jay found out he was in the doctor's will there was a great deal of shock. He did feel close to Doc Bass, but he never realized what the old man thought about him. Jay given the practice, as well as seven-hundred and fifty-thousand dollars. Jay felt different about the conversation of adoption. In his own strange way of thinking, it was as if Doc Bass had adopted him. It wasn't quite like loosing some rich relative you never knew. He'd come to know and like the doctor very much. Not to mention the respect he had for former Korean war vet.

When the interview process turned to the children. Pam agreed with Jay on going for a boy. When the third kid was introduced to them Jay knew he was the one he wanted. No he didn't look anything like Pam or himself, but there was something about the child that called to him. When he tried to explain it to Pam he didn't have to, she'd felt the same thing when he walked in. It was if he spoke to them through their hearts. The glasses made him look much older than three, then his vocabulary made them both question whether he really was. When Owen was taken out of the room the lady handling their case told them about his tragic life. "Owen's parents were murdered a year ago. Owen was left in the house with his deceased parents for almost two days. We don't know what he remembers about the horrible experience, mostly because he's never spoke about it. It's never come out any other way either, when something tragic happens to a child through some way, shape, or form it usually comes out. With Owen nothing has ever came out about it.

Pam started crying while the case worker Mary Winters told the horribly tragic story. Jay was considering the fact that he might not remember something from such a young age. He couldn't remember being two years old, but then again there was nothing like a double murder to jog his memory. There was something magical in the meeting of Owen. If he wasn't the one Jay knew there was never going to be one. Everything cleared in their backgrounds, and Owen was given to them. The transition period was easy. Owen liked the prospects of having new parents. Mary came by the house a couple of times a week, for a couple of months, then she stopped coming by. There were no concerns with the conditions of Owen's new environment. With the plentiful amounts of love, and all the room in the world for that love to grow, Owen couldn't have picked a better situation had there been a choice.


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The new parents didn't rush to put Owen in the pre-school program. He needed to get to know the other kids, but he needed to get comfortable with his new surroundings. Pam didn't want to put a time limit on that. She worked with him educationally during the day, they'd do ABC's, numbers, and she'd even read with Owen for future dictation. That's probably where Pam realized her son had a photographic memory. Pam told Jay about the child's remarkable learning skills, but he'd already seen evidence of it himself.
Owen knew his new family loved him. He was thankful for them, although he didn't know how to appreciate what they'd done for him. He didn't want to be afraid at night, and run to their bed like a whooped pup, but there was nothing more he could do. There were monsters in the closet. The boy has a strong mind, and the Dream Master wanted to regulate the demons. Owen wasn't just a little boy, he was much more than that. His young mind had no idea of the telekinetic powers he possessed. Nobody knew the powers held with in his small body.

There was nothing his new parents wouldn't do for him. They loved Owen as much as any parent loved their child. There was something about the kid that was special. The both of them knew that from the first day he was introduced. The feeling could only be compared to a warm kiss of sunshine on a cool spring morning. Things were coming to life, like budding flowers of love, and the growing feelings were getting stronger by the day. The roots were solidifying there hold on the sanctuary of home.
In Owen's mind there was a battle between good and evil. The powers held within the child could do a whole lot of either one. The deceptive ways of evil often confused the young boys mind. It's easy to assume he'd side with the angels, but he couldn't tell the difference between them. Owen trusted nothing his mind presented. The creative nature of their attempts made it difficult. He knew the evil was in the closet at night. He also knew the Dream Master was trying to get into his head while he was sleeping. When that happened he could see a man and woman who'd stabbed to death. Owen didn't remember the tragic event, but it was in his mind, the whole bloody event there to be used against him.
Jay was on his way to take Owen to the park. On the way he needed to stop by the office. There was a couple of things he had to do, then he and his son were free for the day. Owen sat in the floor petting a Poodle and a cat. Everyone turned toward the door when the big vicious dog came through the door. Jay could see the savage beast going at his son and the two smaller animals. When the damaged restraints broke the dog went after them. Owen looked at the dog as it was mean, snarling, and foaming at the mouth. He knew the dog wanted to kill him, it wanted to devour him like a savory leg of lamb. The sound like a dog whistle couldn't be heard by the humans, but the pit-bull could and, it sounded like death, the sound was burning in the ears of the mean dog. It ran for the door to escape the ear piercing sounds. The dog was rolling around on the floor howling and crying.
Jay observed his son looking at the dog. There was an expression of pain and anger, and his eyes had a look of retaliation in them. Was he killing the dog? Was there something already wrong with it? As it flopped on the floor with foam coming from it's mouth, Owen didn't release the powerful grip he had on the dog. He knew the animal was about to kill him, and his young mind wouldn't release the death grip on the dog. The dogs owner slowly stepped away from the dog was confused. "What's wrong with my dog?" The pit-bull lay there dead, as Owen broke concentration.
Nobody in the place knew what happened to the dog. Jay had been looking at his son, and didn't know what had happened. "That dog was bad." Owen said exactly what he thought. Jay knew the dog was dead. What he didn't know was why Owen was speaking of the animal in the past tense. He saw the way Owen peered into the dogs face. He was afraid of the animal, but there was also level anger. Jay quickly took care of the situation at the office. He wanted to take his son to the park, and talk to him, see if he had anything he wanted to say, ask him a few things regarding life and death, and basically get a feel for his son's feelings about what had happened.

Owen sat there in the car as if nothing had happened inside. It told Jay something about resiliency that he didn't know. "Owen how did seeing that dog make you feel?"
"I didn't like it." The answer had been so direct and to the point. There was only so much you could expect from a boy almost turning four, but Jay wanted more. "Talk to me son. Talk to me about that dog." Jay figured a direct question would open him up some.
"The dog was mean, and then it went to sleep."
"How did the dog go to sleep." Jay was looking deep into his son's face. "Don't you remember" Owen asked. "It got mean, then it fell down on the floor."
"Will the dog wake up Owen?"
"If God wants it to, but he doesn't." When those words came out of his mouth Jay was shocked. "Where did you hear about God."
"I can't remember where, but he's the man in the sky. Haven't you heard of him before?"
"Sure, I've heard plenty about him. Have you ever been to church?"
"What is church?" Owen was now looking at him closely.
"Well the church is a place where people come together to listen to a preacher. The preacher is a guy who tells you about God and Heaven."
"No, I've never been to the church before. Can we go there now?"
"No, see there is a certain time you go to church, and that time isn't today. It's