William Abernathy

Westport, GA beer pong champion.Doctor of Medicine. World Traveler. Dog dad.

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It was half an hour before sundown, William had steaks on the grill, and a beer in his hand. Country music played through the radio he had set on deck rail, and he sang along as he grilled. “I got my toes in the water, ass in the sand, not a worry in the world, a cold beer in my hand-” He held up his drink, yelled “HEY!”, before taking a long, deep drink. For all his world travels and education, William Abernathy was still a good ole country boy at heart. He loved to drink beer, grill meat, and kick back with his family and friends. Tonight though, tonight was just for him and his sister - Amber. Will was a little older when Nora and Abby brought Amber into their home, but he’d loved the sweet and sometimes stubborn blonde from the very beginning. They were family, blood or not, and that meant something to Will.

He was shirtless as he sauntered across the back deck, cooking, singing, and drinking, because he’d just finished installing his in-ground pool and just had to take a dip. If Amber didn’t bring her swim suit he’d already decided he was just throwing her in. She could scream and whale about it all she wanted, but what were big brothers for if not to torment their little sisters?

The sound of a car pulling into his driveway drew his attention away from the grill, and he yelled around the side of the house, “If you’re the law I ain’t got nothing out here I ain’t suppose to!” As he said this he knocked the extinguished joint he’d been smoking off the deck and into the tall grass.

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Rosie:

               There had been days Rosie had found to get out of bed, or that things just didn’t go her way. She had made many mistakes, and she had tried to leave the memory of Jonny behind in order to try and move on. But it had never worked on her favor, in fact the one time she had managed to fall in love once again it had simply shattered her heart, her confidence, and her determination to continue on. However it had thought her that even after Jonny she could still fall in love again, and that it didn’t meant she was forgetting about him, no sir. Because he still lived in her heart, in her mind, and no one would ever be able to take away what he have given her. 

             William had come out of nowhere, when she hadn’t been expecting anything nor anyone. But the company of his texts, the late night conversations, the good morning messages, it had all felt okay. There was a peace in her chest that he brought with him, it didn’t feel intense and out of breath like it had felt before him and after her late husband. In fact, the initial excitement he had awaken in her, felt a lot similar to what she had felt once upon a time with Jonny, and she took that a sign that it was okay.  

           Rosie smiled as she looked in the mirror, there was nothing casual about her looks, if ever, she always looked prim and proper and with a somewhat grace to her. She wore an off the shoulders black dress that dipped into a V and that hug her figure favorably all the way to gently caress her knees. She paired it with her favorite pearl necklace and accessories, and some strappy heels. Her hair fell over her shoulders and down her back in perfect curls that gave her more of a laid back style. And though she was satisfied with her look, she still felt nervous about the evening. 

            While she had been into someone not long ago, dates had not been their thing. Rosie couldn’t remember when was the last time she had been invited out. The young brunette had been standing in front of the mirror down stairs and near the door, securing her earrings when the door rang. Her green eyes looked down at Jonnys military portrait and she graved it to kiss it before setting it down and walking to the door. Taking a deep breath before opening the door.

            “William Abernathy, you clean up nicely.” She said in her low gentle voice, giving him one of her most charming smiles. “Are those for me?” She asked looking down at the beautiful flowers. He sure knew how to threat a girl, she hadn’t received flowers since Jonny. With that she shook her head mentally, enough about Jonny, her attention was on William tonight. 

There was a brief pause before William said anything to Rosie’s compliment or question, as his chestnut eyes swept up and down her figure. From the first moment he saw her, standing on the side of the road, Will had thought Rosie was adorable. Tiny, with long dark hair, and full, flushed cheeks. Now, though, she was something else. Now she looked.. sexy. It knocked the breathe right out of him, seeing her in that skin-tight, black dress, but after a moment he managed to compose himself and say, “Thank you. These are for you. I saw them at the market today, and they were so beautiful they made me think of you.” He chuckled. The sound was kind of nervous, and he shoved a hand through his hair to try and soothe himself. How good she looked didn’t help his anxiety, or his guilt. Not only was he going on a date with another woman, now he was imaging what it’d be like to peel that little number from her body. STOP. He chided himself for such lust. It was unlikely, William told himself, she even felt the same way. Her husband had passed not too long ago, and more than anything he wanted to be her friend first. William thought she needed that, just as much as he did.

“Are you ready to go?” He asked as he held out his arm for her to take. “I have a table waiting for us at Lucky 32.”

There were many things his mothers, Abby and Nora, had taught him over the years. How to cook a good, homemade meal, and how to treat a lady two of the most important. He would open every door for Rosie during their time together tonight. First to his jeep, and then at the restaurant. He’d pull out every chair, and stand any time she chose to leave the table. Rosie Moretti would be treated like a queen tonight, and William Abernathy would love every minute of it.

Loaded into his jeep and driving away from Rosie’s place of residence, William pointed out a newly renovated, three bedroom, brick home just a block from her place. “That’s where I live,” He told her with a smile. “I just opened my pool for the summer, if you fancy yourself a dip. I work a lot, so you’re welcome even if I’m not home.” His eyes flickered from the road to Rosie and, quite unwillingly, back again. “As long as you promise me you won’t drown, of course.”

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WILLIAM ABERNATHY –

Birthdate: April 30th, 1986 ( 32 ) Gender and Pronouns: Male, he/him Hometown: Atlanta, Georgia Neighborhood: Midway City Occupation: Attending Physician Face-claim: Nathaniel Buzolic Trigger Warnings: Cancer, Death, Drugs, Overdose.

BIOGRAPHY –

At only three years old William was taken into the system, a ward of the state after his mother overdosed from heroin. He doesn’t remember her, or the dingy motel they were living in when she died. His father was unknown to him, and William spent the first several years of his life feeling unloved. For nearly four years he bounced around from group homes and foster parents, misunderstood, scared, and alone. Until, at the age of seven, he had his first experience of a mother’s love. Two mothers, Abby and Nora, a childless couple from a small town about an hour outside of Atlanta. They fostered him for a few months and, to William’s delight, chose to adopt him just before his eighth birthday. Acclimating to his new home was difficult, he was different from all the other kids at Westport elementary, but his moms insisted normal was overrated. Soon after his adoption was finalized Nora and Abby began to foster, and then adopt more children. William loved having siblings, other kids to play with, even if they didn’t always stay long. William taught himself how to do household repairs, and anything else his mothers needed him for. He adored them, both, more than anything else in his life. That strong love fueled his rage whenever people would talk about Abby and Nora, or any of his “unorthodox” family. Their lives were far from perfect, but they all loved each other. Together life was one big party, and that’s all that William wanted.

He differed college for a semester to travel abroad, but then neglected his academic plans entirely to backpack across Europe, followed by South America, Australia, and parts of Asia. He made money doing repair work, just enough to pay his way. Perspective, invaluable life experience, and a sense of purpose were gained during William’s two year long travels. After coming back to the states he enrolled at Emory University in Atlanta, graduating with his undergrad in three years, before he moved on to attend medical school. It was there that he met her, Julianna - the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on, but her light was too bright for this word. When they found the cancer she and William had been dating for over five years, but he’d known since their first date she was the one. When she passed, a piece of William’s heart went with her. He didn’t feel like he could love again, but knew the best place to try - Westport.

Now, William is working as an attending physician in the emergency room at General Hospital in West Liberty. He lived with Abby and Nora for a little while when he first moved back, but has since purchased a home in Midway City. The three bedroom, two bath, house was built in the 1970′s and needed renovations. Since moving in William has begun said updates, as well as added a pool to the lot and a fire pit to better host parties for his friends and family. Even outside of his frequent get-togethers his home is often filled with people. William wouldn’t admit it, but he hates being alone. It is in the silence that his grief consumes him, and only in the presence of others is he able to feel whole. When his home is empty he often ventures out, spending time in bars or any place open late just so he doesn’t have to be alone. It makes him look like a party boy, only interested in sex and booze, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. William feels blessed to have grown up in a household full of children, and his greatest wish is for a family of his own.

PERSONALITY –

( + ) brave, intelligent, loyal. ( - ) impulsive, sarcastic, stubborn.

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Scarlett:

      Finishing her glass of whiskey, Scarlett looked around the bar in disbelief. One minute, she was the only one there, but next, she was crowded by people almost entering her personal bubble. It wasn’t her first time at this bar, but it was her first time at the open mic night. She could of been home with Harley, but her night there wasn’t regretted after seeing all of the amazing performances. Ready for her next drink, she opened her mouth to speak, but a man beat her to it. Smiling over at the most recent performer, she looked at the bartender and said, “Make that two.” Fixing herself on the barstool, she looked over at the singer. “Like everyone in here has been saying, you did a great job up there. Excellent song choice, by the way.”

The bartender poured his drink first, but William slid it towards Scarlett. “Hey, thanks pretty lady.” Will chuckled. “You’re a Cash fan, are ya?” He flashed a toothy grin, before taking the second glass of whiskey as his own. “A toast, then..” William began. “..to a true legend.” He clinked his glass against hers and drank, deep, until every drop of the amber colored liquid was gone. With a nod of his head he signaled the bartender for another. A lot of people thought Will was a high-functioning alcoholic, but he was just a man who could really hold his liquor. One of the benefits of starting young, he supposed. 

“My name is William,” He told her. “Did my singin’ earn me yours?”

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During William’s travels across Asia he’d discovered his Ikigai, or as the Western world called it - ones reason for waking up in the morning. The pursuit of a medical career was why he ended his two year long travels abroad, and it brought him fulfillment every day. Even on the days like today where his shifts lasted twenty-some-odd hours. It was noon before he got to crawl into bed, and his tired eyes felt like they had just barely closed when his alarm clock started blaring at him to get back up. He groaned loudly, until he remembered why he was waking.

Rosie Moretti. Utterly adorable. Sweet. Tiny. As cute as they came.

William had given her a ride back into town some weeks ago after her truck broke down, and they’d been texting back and forth since. He felt oddly comfortable with the girl, but it made sense given their shared connection. A link that William wished they didn’t have to share. The loss of ones once loved.

After a shower to wash away the smell of sleep and yuck from the hospital William got dressed. He kept it casual but stylish. His time abroad had fostered a subtle fashion sense that a lot of other American men lacked. The look was topped with a few spritz of cologne, something expensive by Armani gifted to him by one of his sisters for his birthday. Or had it been Christmas? William couldn’t recall. He had a lot more on his mind than cologne. Like the guilt that was festering in his gut for going on a date with any woman that wasn’t Julianna; his former  fiancé, who had spent many years in the grave already. He and Rosie were just friends, he reminded himself, no reason to feel bad. Sure, he’d bought her a bouquet of flowers, but he gifted his mothers and sisters flowers, too.

Once loaded up into his jeep the grief really started to kick in. William even found himself scrolling through old pictures of his dearly departed on his phone as he stopped at red lights. This was entirely unhealthy, still being in love with a dead women, but he’d come to Westport to try to open himself up again, and he’d be damned if he didn’t at least try.

His hands shook just before he tapped on Rosie’s door, but his nerves somewhat settled after a long breathe out. You’re fine, he told himself, but his hands were still a little unsteady. He could tell by the way the petals on the flowers he held bounced, and he could only hope that Rosie wouldn’t notice.

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Jordan:

                          Jordan always enjoyed watching Will perform— watching his brother always felt so satisfying, especially for how hard he’s worked for it? No one deserved this moment better. He sat back with his arms crossed, smiling wide as he watched the crowd soak it in, the true look of a proud sibling washing over his features. When he was finished, Jordan clapped loudly, even letting a little ‘Woo!’ in the middle of it. He waited for Will to return to the bar, the brunette waiting and stepping in before his older brother had the chance to take out his wallet. “-–This one’s on me,” Jordan smiles, patting his back after noting the bartender. “You were great, man!” he continues to compliment, taking a seat beside him. “Wow, completely and utterly amazing.”

“No, I-” William started to say, but stopped when he realized who had spoken. “Okay,” He allowed. “but only one. I could drink ya out of house and home!” As his brother took a seat beside him William slipped his guitar into the floor, letting the instrument rest against the front of the bar. “Hey, thanks man. I haven’t played much recently, but I think I outta start makin’ some time for it.” Between renovating his newly purchased home and working sixty hour weeks at the hospital William didn’t have much time for leisure activities. “You gonna get up there tonight?” He asked Jordan with a crooked grin. “I’ve heard you belt it out in the shower. Gotta share that talent with the world my brother.”

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Kaiden:

Abernathy. William. Familiarity didn’t strike him too hard despite the fact that they’d only ever been a few years apart, his only more recent recollection of him might have been the strings of family that tied him to the night his sister went missing. A discomfort that splayed out across the expanse of his spine. “You can do whatever you want to.” Whatever obligation he’d held to it was only pieced together through choice. Kaiden sometimes wondered whether anyone else realized that or not. “Free will and all,” his shoulder lifted in a haphazard shrug as he turned back to the other. “I shouldn’t have ignored that either, but here we are anyway.”

William laughed out loud at Kaiden’s dry declaration of the staunchly obvious truth. Anyone could do whatever they wanted to, really. A person could go on a killing spree if they desired, but laws and obligations bound them. William was obligated to answer his pager when paged. “I took an oath.” He rolled the cassette sized device between his palms, squinting as he looked out over the sun kissed lake. “I forfeit my free will, at times, because I vowed to put others first.” It wasn’t often that William took it upon himself to pry, but he felt a sense of familiarly with the other man and a desire to help. “My burden..” He nodded. “..is worth the sacrifice of self.” William’s squinted eyes flickered from the water to Kaiden. “Is yours?”

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Christina:

“And so Christina sunk into a deep sleep,” she narrated quietly to herself when he continued on probably just to annoy her, and if it wasn’t then the reason was lost on her. “Sounds like you worked hard,” she replied, at least giving him at. After a moment of silence after his question, she turned to look at him. “I’m a linguist but right now I work for the Westport Herald”.

“Ouch.” William feigned offense, but he immediately started to chuckle. It was difficult to offend him, at least him personally. He wasn’t afraid to be laughed at, mocked, or deemed boring. His self-confidence was rooted somewhere deep. “Life requires that we work hard more often than not.” He shrugged. “I’ve acclimated.” Long before the challenges of medical school William had faced many hard roads. “A linguist...” His lips twitched like he might smile, but the expression never fully formed. “..and now a.. writer?” It was a question from a place of earnest interest. William loved people, and he loved to get to know them. Especially ones that seemed intelligent. “I know a little Spanish, French, and a touch of Portuguese. Also tried to pick up Mandarin, but it never stuck.  The longer I spent in an area the more I learned, although some places’ peoples were a little more willing to teach than others.”

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Christina:

“Please tell me more of this interesting story,” Christina spoke to the person opposite her, her voice laced with both sarcasm and boredom, “you’ve already told me so much; I feel I could become an expert if you kept going”.

The sarcasm in Christina’s voice was not lost on William, but he chuckled and continued anyway. “Well, anymore does get a bit complicated. Medical jargon, and what not. You could be an expert.” He allowed with a soft shrug. “After eight years of college, and a residency.” William had done all of those things, but yet still felt like he was constantly learning more. Medicine was a rapidly changing field, full of new discoveries and innovation. All of which was essential, of course, to better healing and preserving the human body. “But, anyway... What do you do for a living? Must be more interesting than slicing and dicing on the locals.”

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Sullivan:

Sullivan had always been supportive of her siblings. No matter what they did, she was always going to be there cheering them on. Whether it was painting or cooking or singing, she damn sure was going to make sure she was their only fan if they didn’t have any. Fortunately, for William, he apparently had a lot of fans. Open mic night was never her speed, but she had just wanted a drink. Seeing her brother there only elevated her reason for staying.  And she damn sure tried her best to clap louder than anyone else in the bar when he was finished performing.

As soon as he sat down at the bar, a smirk lifted onto her face. She absolutely could never pass up the opportunity to give her siblings shit. It was the one thing she did best outside of riding bikes. “Oh my fucking God, can I get your autograph? I have a living legend standing in front of me. Please, I’m your biggest fan.” She even made a show of taking out her phone to try and take a selfie. “Just one picture please. I promise I won’t sell it on eBay.”

The sound of Sullivan’s voice was instantly recognizable, and William rolled his eyes as she started in on him. “For you darlin'.. ” He finally said to her. "...anything.” The flash from the phone’s camera momentarily blinded him, and William blinked until he wasn’t seeing stars. “What’re you doin’ here?” His eyes flickered to the bar, and then back to his little sister. “Doin’ a little drinkin’?” He chuckled. A little drinking for anyone in his family was a lot by most people’s standards. Being raised an Abernathy basically meant developing an iron clad liver. They weren’t alcoholics though, just people who loved to have a good time.

The bartender sat his double shot of whiskey on the bar top, but William gestured for another before he picked the glass up. “Allow me to buy your first one.” He handed her the glass, before taking the second one as his own. The dark liquid swirled invitingly, but before he tossed it back he said, “Cheers, little sis.” There was nothing more important to William than family, and he knew in the moment coming back home to Westport had been a good idea.

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During medical school William had taken up the guitar. He taught himself to get started, but eventually paid for lessons. Music was something he felt passionately about, but he lacked the time to be really dedicated to it. Even now he only played on his days off from the hospital. “Alright, y’all.” He addressed the bar’s crowd as he started to play the intro of Ring of Fire by Johnny Cash on his guitar. “Go easy on me tonight ... I’m a little out of practice.”

It was open mic night at the little dive bar, and it was packed from one wall to another. William hadn’t excepted such a large audience when he signed up, but he tried hard not to be nervous. He’d had a few drinks, but not nearly enough. His voice never shook though, as he sang the old song like a canary. It was often that his accent showed, but the thick southern draw seeped into every word of the song. “... And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire, the ring of fire, the ring of fire, the ring of fire, the ring of fire.” William plucked the last cord extra hard, and the crowd erupted in applause. He was a little surprised by the response, but smiled and said, “Hey! Guess I wasn’t too bad, then?” There was a nervous chuckled in his voice, as he hastily returned the mic to its stand and sauntered off stage. 

As he made his way towards the bar William was complimented and congratulated. He nodded humbly, but kept on moving. “I’ll have a-” His eyes scanned the selection of liquor behind the bartender, trying to keep his guitar pulled back and out of the other guests’ way. “-whiskey, double, straight up.”

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Rosie:

          “Yeah, cars are complicated alright, and I’m lucky I learned how to drive one, at the very least.” She joked, her shoulders falling naturally, and her body relaxing with each given minute that passed them by. “Yeah, I know better, I just- This one hasn’t moved in a long while, it’s more of an old memory than an actual car to get from point A to point B.” Jonny had bought it as a project, every time he fixed something he would take them for a spin. But the busier he got with the army the less he did, and eventually he was no more, and the truck was left behind for her to take care of. However she knew nothing about cars, but refused to give it up, it was a memory, a reminder that it hadn’t been a short lived dream. 

          He repeated her name and she couldn’t help but look up, green eyes lighting up and a sweet smile spreading on her lips, she wasn’t sure why she smiled but it felt right.

          “Well, just William, its a pleasure to meet you. Next time lets meet in much more pleasant situation, I’ll buy you a coffee.” She teased, taking the phone from him and didn’t waste no time on looking for the number and calling it. The old man on the other end of the phone knew her, and after a short pleasant conversation they agreed on the terms. Although she felt anxious to fix the old truck and safely tuck it back into her garage for another few years before attempting to move it again. Rosie had just turned back to him when the dogs bark startled her slightly, a small jolt of her body before she laughed at herself. “Well it is very nice to meet you too Milo.” She spoked towards the dog. “And if its not too much of a bother I will take the offer, they can’t get here for another few hours, I rather not wait around on my own. I just need to grab my jacket and hide the keys for them.” She said as she walked over to hand his phone back, then walked over to the trucks cabin to do as she had said.

William knew a lot about keeping things just because they were precious memories. Concert tickets, old t-shirts, love letters from a romance long extinguished. Maybe it made him a bit of a sap, but he truly thought it was the little things in life. Because of this, William couldn’t blame Rosie for keeping the truck. It actually made him want to fix it for her, but he didn’t know much about fixing vehicles. Houses, check, people, double check. All Will really knew about cars was how to go fast. Which is what he did once they were loaded and buckled into his Jeep. 

Milo was in the back seat now, enjoying the wind as it whipped through his curly fur, and William was fidgeting with the radio. He wasn’t sure what kind of music Rosie liked to listen to, so he just put what he’d been listening to back on. Chicken Fried by Zac Brown filled the car, and he couldn’t help but sing along again. “Cold beer on a Friday night, A pair of jeans that fit just right, And the radio up...” William chucked as he sang, and his eyes flickered between Rosie and the road. It made him slow down, having her in the car. “I like to see the sunrise, See the love in my woman's eyes, Feel the touch of a precious child, And know a mother's love...” Milo started to bark, almost in unison with the song, which only made Will laugh harder. “It's funny how it's the little things in life that mean the most, Not where you live, what you drive or the price tag on your clothes, There's no dollar sign on a piece of mind this I've come to know...” A formal education had all but done away with his naturally thick Southern accent, but sometimes he slipped up. Like when he sang or drank too much. “So if you agree have a drink with me, Raise you glasses for a toast, To a little bit of chicken fried....”

In his thirty-two years of life William had walked on five continents and visited more countries than he could count. Once he started traveling after high school graduation he couldn’t stop. The travel bug was real, and he still often took off on little adventures. Still, as wonderful as the places he had been were, there was no place like a country back road. The sky was the most beautiful color of cerulean blue, peppered in white, puffy clouds. It was honestly beautiful, and part of him was itching to break out his camera.

The song ended and Ain't Nothing Bout You by Brooks & Dunn came on. William turned the radio down, and spoke up so Rosie could hear him over the wind. “Where to in town, miss Rosie?” He instinctively smiled when he said her name. It was just so pretty.

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Corey:

Corey had a bad habit of losing his temper. There was no one around that he could focus his attention on, only the redneck that had been mouthing off to him all night with every homophobic word in the book. He could see the judgement in the man’s eyes – the derogatory terms flying around Corey’s head until he couldn’t take it anymore. He slammed his palm into the bottom of the glass, causing it to shatter against the man’s chin as the liquid flew out of it. While the man was currently holding on to his bleeding mouth, Corey turned to the person closest to him, “Got an extra shot?”

It had been one of those nights at work. Too many patients and not enough hands. William was drinking his stress away, tucked into the end seat of a busy bar top. He was half drunk when he first heard the derogatory comments, and instantly all he felt was rage. Two women had raised him, snatched him up from a life of depravity, and gave him more love than he’d ever known. He wouldn’t let comments like that fly, but before he could do anything another man had intervened. William watched as the bottle sliced open the redneck’s chin. His teeth sunk into his bottom lips, counting all the stitches he would need in his head. Nine, ten, ele-

His thoughts were interrupted, but he chucked and said with a smile, “For you?” William offered up the shot of whiskey in front of him. “Absolutely, bud.”

Then, he turned to the bartender and said, “Whatever this man is drinking tonight is on me.”