Disclaimer- I don't own 7th heaven or any of its characters. I also don't own the idea of Wilson having a son....obviously
This is my first fic and I would really like to know how you guys like it so please r&r!
Well...here goes...
"This is stupid. Stupid! I shouldn't be here. I've tried this before and it didn't work! I've tried over and over and it never works! Why should this one be any different?"
These were 17 year old Wilson West's thoughts as he approached the towering white steeple of the Glenoak Community Church. He was about to join a support group for young people that had suffered great losses, adding one more to the long list of his attempts to recover.
But Wilson knew why he had come here. He knew why he had made another attempt.
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1 week earlier
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Wilson was dead tired. He had barely slept in a month. A month. It didn't seem that long. It didn't seem that long since his life had changed forever. It didn't seem that long since he had become a widowed father at the age of sixteen.
He loved his son. Billy was a blessing. He was the reason that Wilson made it through the day. Knowing that all of his hard work was for a reason. A great reason. It was for his son. His son that made him smile when he was sad, laugh when he was angry, and rest when he was worried. Knowing that he would have his son forever, and that no one could ever take him away kept Wilson going.
But the cost for the happiness, that little bundle of joy was more than Wilson could bear. His wife. Julie. His Julie. The mother of his child. She was taken away from him. She was the most beautiful girl- well woman now- that he'd ever laid eyes on.
He could still remember vividly the night his life had changed.
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