Broken Promises
By H. D’Agostino
Broken Promises
H. D’Agostino
Copyright May 2021 by Heather D’Agostino
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Cover Design by Pink Ink Designs
Editing by Kellie Montgomery
Photography by Kruse Images
Cover Models: Manny and Davina
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Epilogue
Broken Promises Playlist
Other Works by H. D’Agostino
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Chapter 1Riley
“Hey, Mom?” It was a Saturday, and I was finally free to do something I wanted to do. My parents had been busy the last few days, and I’d been relegated to babysitting my little brother. He wasn’t little and cute anymore. He was eight now, and full of attitude. Sometimes I wonder how we came from the same family. Easton is loud and obnoxious, and I don’t ever remember being that way.
“What?” Mom shouted from somewhere downstairs.
“Can I go to the beach with Claire?” I was already dressed and packing as I banked on her saying yes.
“Uh, sure. Why don’t you see if Easton wants to go with you?” I could hear it in her voice. She needed a break, and I was the one who was going to suffer.
“I’ve spent the last several days with him. Can’t I have some time with my friends? Please?” I stepped out of my room and glanced down the hall. My brother was grinning at me, and lip syncing my mom’s words.
“I really need to help your dad with some paperwork for the new class he’s starting this week. It would really help if you could take him. Just for a few hours, Rils.” The pleading in her voice told me if I wanted the car, I needed to tell her yes.
“Fine, but I’m not entertaining him. He’s going to have to do things on his own.” I sighed. Easton grinned from where he was staring at me, and then silently fist pumped as he rushed back in his room. He was probably adjusting his hair so his horns didn’t show. I knew he was part demon; I just wish my parents would see it. ooooooooo
I met Claire at our spot, and spread out my towel. She’d already set up a radio and cooler. “Sorry,” I muttered as Easton dumped out a bag of sand toys not far in front of us. “I didn’t really have a choice.”
“That’s ok.” She smiled. “The view will make up for it.” Her chin tilted as she eyed a group of guys not far to our left. “They’ve glanced over here a few times, but no one’s said anything.”
“Nice.” I laughed. I recognized a few of them, but no one special.
“How are things?” Claire’s eyes narrowed. I knew what she meant, but I wasn’t ready to talk about it.
“Fine,” I grumbled.
“You know he left with Brittany that night, right?” She squeezed my hand where I was picking at my towel.
“I don’t care.” I stared out at the water. The truth was I did care. I cared more than I should. Dean and I dated for almost a year. He’d told me he loved me. We’d even made plans to attend the same college.
They were just words. All of it. Just meaningless words for him to get what he wanted from me. When he told me he’d rented a room for us and wanted to bail on prom, I knew he didn’t care. He didn’t care about what I wanted, didn’t care about the fact that I’d looked forward to the night for months, didn’t care about anything I did. I’d heard after I left that Brittany had left with him. I’d hated her before that, but now I despised her. I hoped that the two of them had a miserable life together, and I’d ignored them both for the rest of the school year.
Claire had been my best friend since grade school. We’d talked about school and boys, and anything else with each other. We didn’t have any secrets.
“He’s not worth it,” she murmured as a tear pooled in the corner of my eye.
“I know.” I nodded. “Doesn’t make it hurt any less though.” I wiped at my eyes and then glanced over to see my brother standing toe to toe with one of the guys we’d been staring at.
“What’s he doing?” Claire pointed at Easton.
“I have no idea.” I sighed as I started to get up.
“See? You’re going to get it now.” Easton grinned as he pointed at me. “That’s my sister.”
I tucked my chin as I made my way over to the two of them. I’d been embarrassed on more than one occasion by my brother. I knew the things he said, but being the good big sister that I was, I seemed to always come to his rescue.
“Is there a problem, Easton?” I stopped a few feet away.
“What’s a prude?” His head tipped to the side as his eyes darted toward the guy in front of us. “This guy says that you’re a prude. Is that bad, because I think he needs you to show
