Omnipotence: The Power of All

Jensen

3 Months Later

            Billie's car came to a halt on a long gravel driveway, sitting perfectly in an open field was a three-story farmhouse. Twenty feet away rested a huge barn painted the same white color of the house.

            "Welcome to your new home Jensen." Billie smiled, unbuckling her seatbelt. She swung open her driver's side door and stepped out, the wind blowing her thick, curly black hair. She made her way around to the trunk and quickly opened it.

            Jensen sat still in the backseat of her car, since awakening from his coma he had been in Billie's care, until two weeks ago when he discovered he was being put in a foster home for his own safety.

            His door swung open, and Billie stood there, his suitcase standing beside her. He didn't understand why she brought him a suitcase; she had bought new clothes for him to wear, yet not many. A simple backpack could've carried all of his belongings.

            Jensen stepped out into the opening, the cold wind smashing against his face like splinters. His eyes began to water at the coldness. The two made their way up the wooden porch, every step creaking. Billie slightly knocked at the front door; within seconds it was swung open.

            A thin, pale woman stood in the entryway with a huge smile across her face. Her light-brown hair fell to her shoulders and her green eyes seemed to become gentler at the sight of Jensen.

            "Annie this is Jensen." Billie introduce the two.

            "Hi Jensen." Annie smiled.

            "Are you going to make them stand outside all day?" An unfamiliar, deep voice asked with a slight chuckle. The three turned to a man standing behind Annie, practically hovering over her. He had a scruffy look to him; his short black hair matched his beard. His light, brown eyes held caution within.

            "Jensen this is Annie's husband, Jack Freeman." Billie introduced.

            "Nice to meet you man." Jack said, holding his fist in Jensen's direction. Yet, Jensen stood still, he glanced at his wrinkled knuckles before glancing up at his eyes.

            "Jensen that was rude." Billie whispered. "I'm sorry he's just cautious."

            "That's totally fine," Jack assured her, his hand dropping to his side. "Come inside."

            Their house smelt of burned wood with heavy cinnamon, family pictures of the two of them covered every inch of the wall. "This is our home, we hope you grow to love it." Annie smiled.

            "I'll show him to his bedroom then come talk to you before I leave." Billie suggested.

            Annie gave an understanding nod before the two disappeared upstairs; they reached the third floor where only two doors remained. They entered the one close to the end of the hallway.

            Billie closed the door behind the two as Jensen threw his suitcase on top of his new bed. His room was painted a dark blue with sport posters hung all around. "Why did you place me with a family like them?" Jensen asked.

            "For one that is very rude Jensen," Billie suggested, "And what's wrong with them?"

            "Their happy." Jensen answered.

            Billie chuckled, "So?"

            "Maybe because I don't fit into their perfect American dream family. If I have one of my attacks their going to wish they never fostered me. They're not going to have any clue what they should do with me." Jensen explained.