Saving the Wilsons

(Authors Note- I want to take a moment to thank my readers for all your support. I would not be here without you, thank you. The first portion of this story is Natalie's and her story was my first ever attempt at writing. Please forgive my grammar mistakes. I tried to correct them all, but I am sure I missed some. My writing does improve when you reach Dylan's portion of the story, so please bear with me. Again thank you for reading. Your support means the world to me) Natalie POV "Home." I hate the word. What's a home? I don't live in a home. I live in a crappy apartment—the third crappy apartment this year, to be exact. Mom recently broke up with boyfriend number one million. So we moved, again, to start from scratch. She is definitely in her "I'm single and miserable mood."Another new school district and another new apartment. Luckily for me, it is late August, so for once, I am starting school with everyone else. Being the new kid doesn't bother me anymore. I learned a long tim

NATALIE POV "Sorry, I promise I'm not following you and technically I was here first," he quickly says while chuckling at me. I glare while looking him over. I really don't have a reason to be mad at him. It's just so frustrating that every embarrassing moment that I have today has been witnessed by him.I take a moment to calm down before pulling out my supplies. I need to focus. This is my hardest subject and if I am upset while taking notes I won't be able to understand them later. Plus I have to make sure I'm not behind in this class especially. As I begin to take notes Ryan proceeds to try and distract me. He constantly whispers questions to me that I ignore, but he is making me angry. Why doesnt he pay attention to the teacher or take notes instead of bothering me? Probably because he is one of those snobby spoiled kids or a person that teachers give breaks to. He seems popular and acts like he owns the school the way he walks around. When he finally realizes I'm not goin

NATALIE POV"How? What do you mean," I yell? My mind is running frantically. Her words aren't making any sense to me. It's like she is speaking another language. Mrs. Sheppard doesnt seem shocked that I am yelling at her. She looks like she pities me."Your mom was at the hospital last night, and she passed peacefully this morning," Mrs. Sheppard says calmly as if that explains anything."Why was she in the hospital? Did she get into a car accident," I ask, a bit calmer but just as confused as before.Mrs. Sheppard looks at the officer, this time with a slightly confused expression."Natalie, your mom, unfortunately, lost her battle this morning," she says as she turns her head back towards me.Confusion courses through my mind like a plague. Lost her battle? Was she in a fight with someone? Finally, the lady with the red glasses shifts in her chair slightly."Natalie, my name is Mrs. Phillip. I am the school

RYAN POVIt's been two months since Natalie lost her mom and started staying with us. She doesn't talk much, and she never smiles. Mom and I are extremely worried about her, but dad says to give her space.Every day she comes home, does her homework, eats dinner with us, showers, and goes to her room for the night. She is overly polite and formal with all of us. Even the girls can't get a laugh or genuine smile from her.I miss my best friend. Football season is over, so I have nothing to distract myself with. We didn't win state this year. The loss hit me hard. My last high school game ended with a loss. Natalie quit soccer as soon as she returned to school.When I asked her about it, she only shrugged.We still eat lunch together, but a couple of my buddies now sit at the table too. I can tell Natalie dislikes them. She never engages into the conversations, but sometimes I catch her rolling her eyes.Today is the same as usual. Nat is

THIRD-PERSON POVTerri and Rick get ready for bed in silence. Each thinking about Ryan and Natalie. Terri brushes her hair, washes her face, and pulls on her favorite silk nightie.Rick washes the remaining gel out of his hair and pulls on a pair of old basketball shorts. He rubs his neck with both hands, trying to ease the knots."Rick, honey, come sit in front of me. I will do that," Terri says while patting the bed in front of herself.Rick loves his wife's massages. No matter what, they always seem to ease the tension in his neck and shoulders."Today was a tough day for Natalie," Terri states."Do you think she will regret Ryan kissing her," Rick asks his wife? When it comes to emotions and understanding, Terri is the master. She pulled him from a deep depression after his parents' death. And when he felt like the world was crumbling in on them when the girls needed so many surgeries as newborns, it was his wife that