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You've read about Gabrielle's adventures as a side character but what about the other characters? In the second part of the series of Adventures of Fictional Characters we hear a different side of the story. Everet Hamilton is a self aware character that is deemed a villain in his story. As a drunken playboy that loves nothing more than to get into trouble, Everet's story will bring you happiness and maybe even make you shed a few tears. His undying love for Gabrielle takes him down a dark path of sorrow and heartache as he navigates his way through his life as a main character. The untold story we have all been wanting to hear. What is the story behind the bad boy we’ve all come to know and love? How did he handle his tragic tale of love and loss, happiness and heartache? *Book 2 in the Adventures of Fictional Characters Series* *Chapters are unedited as they are published. Please bear with me and I will get to them as I can. Translations are rough. I apologize if some words or phrases are wrong. I'm working with my friend and Google translate. Hope you enjoy book 2!


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Welcome to My Life

Something I’ve come to accept in this life is that I’ll never be loved the same way I love other people. I could be the most caring friend, the best son, the kindest father but it’ll never be enough. Life demands so much from us that we could give everything we have and still asked for more. Our broken hearts, our feelings…they mean nothing. I don’t know how it got this way. When did I become so emotionally dependent on others' thoughts and opinions that my own aren’t relevant anymore?

I’ve always believed that if you give out what you want in the world it would come back to you. You love the way you want to be loved, care for others how you want to be cared for and life will give it back in some way. What a joke. I must’ve been naive when I thought that’s how life worked. No matter what I do in this damned life of mine, it’ll never be enough for the people around me.

I admit, I’m a terrible person. I drink until I black out, I smoke, do whatever drugs I can get my hands on and sleep with random women almost every night. It’s not like I wanted to be this way. Honestly if I had a choice, I would go back to the younger innocent boy who thought the world was all sunshine and rainbows. Unfortunately for me, I’ll never be able to go back. That sweet kid that cared for everyone despite being a target for others ridicule has been dead for years; gone like the dust in the summer wind.

Who am I? I keep wondering the same thing. I don’t even know who I am anymore. A guy that’s lost in the world, looking for something or someone to ground me. A man who no one can rely on and only seems to cause trouble wherever he goes. My brother liked to describe me as cold and selfish with an ego that no one could measure. He’s not wrong.

I’m the villain in those stories that the heroes have to defeat before rescuing the helpless princesses. It’s a horrible existence but what can I do? I was created this way. My life of misery and evil deeds provide readers like you with those damned happy endings you crave so desperately. I hate it. I hate being me.

At this point in my life I wonder why I bother getting out of bed. Everyday I get up and do the same things over and over again. It’s a never ending cycle of pointless bullshit. I get up, go to the gym and work out for an hour. Then I come home to shower and get dressed to go out to the clubs to get drunk to numb myself from my feelings of pain and guilt that constantly plague me. At the end of the night, I pick up a girl and take her back to my place to satisfy my incessant need to feel the rush of ecstasy I get from fucking before passing out just to wake up and do it all over again.

As I said, I never wanted to be like this. I’d rather be that carefree guy who only has to worry about what he is going to eat for dinner but that’s how my life goes. It’s literally written into my DNA to be a worthless alcoholic. Someone who would do anything to forget her face. The relentless heartache I feel from her memory haunts me more than I’d like to admit. Lately the dreams have been getting so realistic that I swear I can feel her skin under the palms of my hands.

It’s been almost eleven years but I still remember it like it was yesterday. The smell of her blood on me; the feel of its sticky warmth covering my skin. I can soak in boiling water for days and it wouldn’t be enough to get rid of the feeling. Trust me I’ve tried it a few times. I see her cold pale face close to mine as I run with her in my arms through the dark streets. Her beautiful brown eyes once full of love now stare deep into my soul with a look of betrayal and pain. I don’t know how many more nights I can deal with this overwhelming heartache. It’s too much.

In my heart, I hide the fact that I yearn for her touch; her soft skin under my hands. I miss the way she used to look at me and the sound of her angelic voice. Even if we argue, even if she screams and curses me for my actions of the past…I’ll take it. I would do anything to see her again. I just need a few minutes. Just a couple minutes to say what I’ve always wanted to say but never had the courage to.

Tears form in the corners of my eyes as I lay here breathlessly staring up at my bedroom ceiling. Thoughts run through my head as I close my eyes to try and stop the tears from flowing onto my pillow. I wonder what my life would’ve been like if I made better choices. At the same time it’s not like I have any control over anything that happens. I’m just a character. I’m forever doomed to this pointless excuse for a life to make the readers happy. There’s no point in wishing for anything I know I’ll never have.

Fucking writer. I never would’ve agreed to make that contract with him if I knew my life would get worse but I couldn’t help myself. I need to see her again. William, the writer who created me, swore that if I agreed to continue to play my part in his stupid stories that Ameilia, his wife, would give her back to me. Love does crazy things to people. Fucking emotions.

How did I get here? Heh, I’ll tell you. I still remember it clearly. It’s not something I could ever forget. I was walking home from the hospital, covered in her blood. The smell surrounded me as I felt small droplets fall onto my blood soaked school uniform. Rain slowly began to soak into my clothes as I ran to puke into some nearby bushes. My stomach twisted and knotted from everything that happened that day. That’s when he appeared; holding an umbrella with promises of bringing her back to me. I’m a dumbass for not walking away.

I was reluctant at first. Being an angry eighteen year old with trust issues, I told him to go fuck himself and started to walk away. I should’ve kept going but that’s when he showed me the truth of our world; the truth of who I really was. He was such a smooth talker and so depressed that I took his offer. I wasn’t thinking clearly. If I was, I never would’ve agreed. Oh well, too late to regret it now.

The next morning, I woke up to find myself as an adult with no memory of the last five years of my life. I freaked out and ran into the city to find everything around me had changed. Going from eighteen to twenty four overnight would make anyone panic. Everything I knew was different. I had different friends, basically a non existent relationship with my family, a completely different life. The only thing that didn’t change was my relationship with my on and off girlfriend, Payton. I really wish that would’ve changed but of course they would keep her in my life. Ugh.

William told me later that it was what writers call a ‘Time Jump’. It happens when irrelevant things happen in stories. I was extremely pissed off. I lost five years of my life. Who wouldn’t be angry about that? For two weeks, I was constantly drunk, getting high off of the drugs my friends gave me and the women who threw themselves at me. I don’t have a good excuse for my actions. The only reason I had was I wanted to forget but no matter what I did… Everything reminded me of her.

I'm pathetic right? Lusting after a woman I killed with my own two hands. I’m a murder who wants nothing more than to take back what I did. Heh, บ้าเอ๊ย ฉันรู้ว่าฉันน่าสงสารแค่ไหน. ฉันไม่รู้ว่าฉันถามคุณทำไม. (Shit, I know how pathetic I am. I don’t know why I’m asking you.) Any man who did something so horrible to the person he claims to love deserves to live a cursed life. Death is too easy for a man like that… A man like me.

I bet you’re asking yourself “Who is this guy?” Or more likely, “Why should I care about what a fictional character goes through?” The answer to the second question is simple. You shouldn’t. We are written to go through bad shit to keep the masses entertained. That’s our purpose, that’s why we were created. Our lives outside of a storyline are only continuations from the stories we are put in; not much more to say about it. As for the first question, I’m sure you have already figured that out.

Our story has been spread across your world but I can see you’re still confused so let me spell it out for you. My name is Everet Somchai Hamilton. I’m a villain in the world of fiction created by writers of your world. My brother, Lucas Hamilton, and I were created by a writer named William Remington and his wife Ameilia. A few years ago, we lost our parents to a drunk driver that also killed himself in the crash. Talk about karma. That was also the day she came back into my life…but I’m getting ahead of myself.

Let me start from the beginning. As a kid, I loved to get into trouble. Staying out late with my friends, getting drunk off of the stolen whiskey Luis managed to sneak out of his house, getting into fights; It was a blast! Looking back now, I did all of those stupid things to get her attention. I would’ve done anything to get her to notice me. Heh, I’m such a loser. Needing attention from someone so badly that I did those awful things, how pathetic.

Whose attention did I crave so badly? Easy. The love of my life. The girl who was my entire reason for living. The only woman who could make me bow down and beg for a moment of her time. Gabrielle Swanson. Ever since I was a child, I’ve had a crush on her. She was like the bright moon in a sea of stars; beautiful and just out of my reach. รักเดียวของฉันเท่านั้น. (My one and only love.)

Back then, she was more interested in what Lucas was doing to notice me. It wasn’t until I became a freshman in high school did she finally show me her true feelings. It was like a miracle from God. I was finally able to be with the love of my life. My heart and soul were soaring with joy. Unfortunately my small moments of happiness wouldn’t last long. I regret so much. ‘SIGH’ It’s too late to change it… It’s too late to want anything I know I’ll never have again.

At least I have these memories. Even if I’ll never have her in my arms again, I can always hold her in my heart. I smile to myself as her gorgeous smiling face appears in my mind. I’ll never forget that day. That morning, I did what I normally did. Woke up, got ready for school, went downstairs to grab a quick bite to eat, argued with my parents about my behavior before Jarris took me to school.

I met up with Luis, Archie and Jordan near the school gates. It was our first day of high school and we had agreed to meet up beforehand to scope out the girls. My friends were always going on about their sexual endeavors with various girls. It made me sick to hear about it but I had to play along. I couldn’t let anyone know about my love for Gabby. If they found out I’d never hear the end of it. Not to mention they would harass her non stop. I had to protect her and protect myself.

Maybe it was more to protect myself than her. I try not to think too much about it but the thoughts have been crossing my mind more and more these days. If I just told the truth. If I had only admitted to everyone how I felt about her, maybe the things that happened wouldn’t have happened. God I wish I could go back.

The guys didn’t notice how anxious I was while we joked around outside the gates. My cold nonchalant attitude I wore hid my emotions well. I was good at hiding my feelings mainly because I built a wall so high that no one could get past it. Well, almost no one. Honestly, the only reason I even showed up to school was to catch a glimpse of her. I never would’ve agreed to attend if she didn’t go there. Yes, I know I was desperate. You don’t have to remind me.

As we laughed about some dumb joke Archie made, I saw her. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, exposing her gorgeous face and the pearl earrings her father had given her for her tenth birthday. Her school uniform showed off all of her thick sexy curves. Her white button up shirt was tucked into her blue and black plaid skirt with her blue tie around her neck. How I wished I could touch that soft skin.

A smile graced her lips as she came walking into school, making her brown eyes light up like the morning sun. The way she sauntered past me with her friends made my heart pound hard. Even the way she held her backpack on her shoulder made me excited. Don’t get excited Everet. Think about something else, anything else! I kept a straight face as she walked by. She turned her head to look at me for a moment before continuing through the gates.

Fuck this is going to be the hardest three years of my life. If I keep going this way they’ll definitely find out how I feel. Fuck me! I didn’t need anyone to find out I was madly in love with Gabby, especially Luis. That would only bring disaster on us both. He had a tendency to use peoples weakness against them to get what he wants. So if you didn’t show him you had any weaknesses then he had nothing to use. That was another reason I became so good at being so cold towards people.

Seriously, I don’t know why I was friends with those guys. I don’t even remember how we became friends. I remember in middle school I got into a scuffle with a few other kids over something dumb and they came to my rescue. Maybe that’s why I’ve stuck around with them for so long. They were the only ones who stayed by me whenever I needed someone to back me up. I guess at the time they were the only ones I could count on. Oh well, live and learn right?

As I leisurely leaned my back against the gate to watch Gabby walk into the school, Archie came up beside me. He threw an arm around my shoulder making me jump slightly. I sighed and rolled my shoulder but he tightened his grip. “Ev! Are you listening? What are you looking at?” He followed my gaze over to Gabby and her friends before snickering with his hand over his mouth. “What, do you have the hots for that chick?” I turned my head to look at him as he scanned her up and down.

I tensed as I watched him look at her like a piece of meat, softly biting his bottom lip with a lustful gaze. My knuckles cracked and paled as he spoke. “Damn Bro, she’s fine. I can see why you’re interested in her.” If you keep talking about her that way I’m going to throw you into a ditch and bury you alive. I wanted to hit him so badly but that would only give me away. I shoved my hands in my pockets to hide their appearance as I sighed heavily.

“Whatcha guys lookin at?” Jordan asked happily as he walked around Archie to see what we were looking at. “Woah, who’s that?” I glanced at Jordan who shared Archie's expression, making my blood boil. Keep it together Everet. Let them talk. As long as that’s all it is then there’s nothing to worry about. “I think her name’s…Gabrielle right?” Archie looked between Jordan and I before nodding and looking back in her direction. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s it.”

“Gabrielle Swanson.” Luis said plainly as he walked around us to also look at her. He had his hands in his pockets with a cool expression as he watched her interact with her friends in the courtyard. We all turned to look at him as he continued. “She’s a Sophomore and if I’m not mistaken… She’s really good friends with your brother.” He looked over at me, raising an eyebrow at me. Shit this is bad. Why does he know so much about her?

I bit the inside of my cheek, drawing a small amount of blood as I held back my anger. On the outside, I looked like I could care less but on the inside I was dying to beat that fucking expression off his face. He smirked before looking back over at her as the first bell rang and everyone dispersed into their homeroom classes. “Shit I can’t be late again! If I get detention on my first day, my Dad’s gonna kill me.” Archie grabbed Jordan by his arm and pulled him along behind him in protest. “Slow down Arch! Owch! Damn dude!”

Luis slowly walked over to stand next to me, putting a hard hand on my shoulder. We glared at each other for a moment. “You don’t have a crush on her do you Ev?” He gave me an evil smile. I need to stay calm. Who knows what he’ll do if I’m exposed. I quickly relaxed and scoffed to play off his question “Why would I like someone like her? She might be good to look at but she’s a fucking bitch.” I pushed his hand away and turned to walk into the school.

I let out a breath as I shoved my hands back into my pockets. That was close. I’ll have to keep my distance from her from now on. No matter how badly I want to see her, I can’t let him have a reason to get close to her. Luis jogged up to me to put his arm over my shoulder with a smile. “That’s good to know. She doesn't look like your type anyway.” He chuckled as we walked through the courtyard to our homeroom. He pulled me to a stop just outside of the door. Fuck, now what?

He looked at me with that evil smile of his and I knew something was off. “What?” He slowly slid his arm off my shoulders and turned his body to face me. “I just wanted to let you know, if you’re not going after her, I will.” The fuck?! He chuckled as I felt my hands go numb from rage. “Is that a problem? You said you didn’t like her.” I wanted to knock him out but that would only give him what he wanted. I have to stay calm. I HAVE to stay calm.

I kept my cold expression as I shrugged my shoulders and tried my best to relax. “Do what you want. If you find THAT attractive then good luck. With her personality, you’ll need it.” I walked into the classroom with Luis following behind to sit at the desk next to mine. I have to warn Gabby somehow. Even though I’m pretty sure he was just testing me to see if I really didn’t have feelings for her, I can’t just sit by and watch him hit on her. After what happened to the last girl he ‘was interested in’. That girl still hasn’t come back to school after what he did to her.

I thought of a plan to get Gabby alone as the last bell rang and class began. Time went by quickly and before I knew it, the school day was over. Thankfully I didn’t have my last class with the guys. I’m free to look for Gabby without worry now. I packed my stuff as fast as I could. They should be heading to the park to chill before going home. She should be at the soccer fields. That’s usually where she goes after school to hangout with her friends. At least she did last year.

I made my way through the courtyard to the back of the school and out to the fields. Please be there Gab. You gotta be there. I rushed down the long hallway to the fields and quickly approached the soccer field. As I got closer, my eyes landed on her. I let out a sigh of relief as I put my hands on the short metal fence that separated the sidewalk and the field with heavy breaths. There you are.

Her laugh echoed around the field as she talked with her friends happily, making a smile spread across my face. God, she’s gorgeous. I stood there for a while, marveling at her beauty. What I give to laugh like that with her. Feel the touch of her hand on my arm like that dude. Those guys don’t know how lucky they are to even be in her presence. Dumbasses. They’ll never understand how it feels to crave her like I do.

She glanced over at me and my heart skipped a beat. For a moment it felt like time had stopped before she dropped her smile. Her once happy expression was now sad and filled with worry. She said something to her friends before running over to me. “Everet? Why are you here? What’s wrong?” I hesitated for a moment before trying to speak.

“I…ummm…” I couldn’t think. My mind was completely blank. Gabby reached out to put her hand on my arm, sending electric shocks through me. Don’t touch me! I won’t be able to control myself if you keep touching me. She sighed before turning to look over her shoulder to call out to her friends. “Hey! I’ll be right back.” They nodded with questionable looks before she walked around the gate, pulling me along behind her by my wrist.

My eyes widened as she gently led me into the hallway that led to the locker rooms. She stopped once we were a good distance from the entrance before letting go of my arm. She gazed into my eyes, making my heart pound hard against my chest. “What’s going on Ev? Talk to me.” This had been the first time in months that we had spoken alone. My nerves felt like they were on fire. It took everything I had not to pull her into a hug and hold her close.

“I…need to talk to you about something.” I said quietly. She nodded. “Ok. What is it?” I froze again. Fuck why is it so hard to talk to you? “Luis…he’s…” I couldn’t get the words out for some reason. She gave me a worried look. “What? Did he do something to you again?” She let out an angry huff as her eyes filled with rage. “I told you not to get involved with that creep!” She took a step forward to check me over; running her hands over my arms, chest and face as she carefully examined me.

“What did he do? Where did he hit you? I swear to God, I’m going to kick that guy's ass if I have to take you back to the hospital again. Last time you were so beat up you had to miss two weeks of school! Just wait til I get my hands on that Fucker. I’ll kill him, I swear.” I couldn’t help but smile as I watched her worry about me. “นี่คือเหตุผลว่าทำไมฉันถึงรักคุณมาก…” (This is why I love you so much…) I whispered thoughtlessly, making her stop to look up at me.

“W…What did you just say?” I carefully took my hands out of my pockets and placed them on hers. Her eyes widened as I took a step forward to get closer to her. She took a step back with every step I took until her back hit the hallway wall. I quickly put my hand on the back of her head to prevent it from hitting her. We were now inches away from each other and I could feel the heat rising in my core.

I shouldn’t be doing this. She doesn’t even like me that much. But… If she doesn’t like me, why isn’t she fighting me off? I gazed deeply into her dark brown eyes, leaning in slowly to touch her nose to mine. I felt her tighten her grip on my shirt as I looked down at her lips. I need to stop before this goes any further. I can’t force her to love me. I don’t want to. I want her to love me because that’s how she feels, not because I pushed her into it. I’m not that guy to make someone I love love me back. She’s too important to me to do that.

My breathing quickened as I looked back up into her eyes. I caressed her cheek with my thumb. I can’t stand it. I need to feel her lips against mine. If I don’t I’m going to lose my mind. I tilted my head slightly and placed a soft kiss on her lips before leaning back a bit to look at her. Her eyes were closed as her heavy breaths heated my lips. Fuck it! I quickly took her lips with mine, pulling her closer to me with my hand on the back of her head.

Warmth washed through me as I parted her lips to wrap my tongue around hers. This feeling is addicting, she was addicting. This is nothing like the other girls I’ve kissed before. This was on a whole new level of drunken highness I had never experienced before. Her sweet flavor, the way she held me tight around my waist; It was like a dream I never wanted to wake up from. I don’t want this to end. Please don’t let me go. Hold me close like this forever.

The sounds of footsteps and people talking pulled us apart to look down the hallway. I pushed her against the wall to hide our presence as a couple guys from the soccer team walked by the hallway, slowly disappearing toward the field. I took a step back to look in the direction they left before letting out a deep sigh. I looked back at Gabby before we began to laugh. “That was close.” She giggled.

“Yeah.” I smiled, brushing back a loose strand of hair from her face and placing my palm on her cheek again. She continued to smile at me, leaning her face into my hand. “I thought you hated me.” She said quietly, making my smile falter. I lowered my eyes for a moment before looking back up at her. I took a step closer to her to lean my forehead against hers, closing my eyes to hold back my emotions.

I shook my head, softly rubbing against hers. “I could never hate you Gab. Don’t ever think that.” She put her hands on my hips, holding my shirt tightly. “What do we do now?” She breathed out. I chuckled softly. “I don’t know.” “Lucas is gonna freak if he finds out.” I nodded. “Yeah.” “Our friends aren’t going to accept our relationship.” I nodded again. “Hmm.”

I felt her look up at me. “Ev.” I leaned back a bit to look at her. “Hm?” “What is our relationship?” I smirked as I leaned down to place another soft kiss on her lips. “คุณคิดอย่างไร?” (What do you think?) She smiled, giving me a quick kiss. I had forgotten all about what I came there to tell her. Maybe if I had thought with my head and not my heart, the things that happened next might’ve never happened. But like I said before. Love does crazy things to people and this was just the beginning of our story.

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