Table Of ContentPromise Me Always
Published by Kari March
Copyright © 2014 by Kari March
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Prologue—Four years ago…
Chapter 1—Here we go again…
Chapter 2—Forever Friends…
Chapter 3—Complications…
Chapter 4—Confusion…
Chapter 5—Interrupted…
Chapter 6—It’s Not Like That…
Chapter 7—Another Side…
Chapter 8—Fall For You…
Chapter 9—Claim Me…
Chapter 10—All The Way…
Chapter 11—Crossing Over…
Chapter 12—None of Your Business…
Chapter 13—Pushing her Away…
Chapter 14—Cutting In…
Chapter 15—Get it Over With…
Chapter 16—What the Hell is Wrong With You…
Chapter 17—Just Walk Away…
Chapter 18—Time to Forget…
Chapter 19—Awkward…
Chapter 20—I Need a Hero…
Chapter 21—It’s All My Fault…
Chapter 22—Never Going to Change…
Chapter 23—Pulling Away…
Chapter 24—Whatever it takes…
Chapter 25—Perfect…
Chapter 26—Fireworks…
Chapter 27—Nervous Wreck…
Chapter 28—Surprise…
Chapter 29—Always and Forever…
Epilogue—Present Day…
Acknowledgements
This book is dedicated to my husband.
Thanks for inspiring me every day. Without you, this story would have never
been possible. I love you.
You’re worthless.
A fucking accident.
You don’t deserve shit.
Those words had been resounding in my head my whole life and, right now,
they were blaring louder than ever. She was gone and I knew why. She finally
saw the truth, she finally realized she was too good for me and that’s why she
left.
He was right—I wasn’t good enough. I never would be.
“Blake, hand me the crescent wrench, would ya?” Devin asked from under
the hood of the Bronco, snapping me from my thoughts.
I usually hated hanging out with my brother when he worked on cars, but
anything was better than sitting at home alone. At least here I could try to get my
mind off of the destruction that was my life.
I handed Dev the wrench and then took a seat in the corner of the garage,
popping open my third beer of the day. Devin usually hated it when I drank—he
was such a hypocrite. He was drunk every weekend in high school, yet had the
nerve to get mad at me when I had one lousy beer. Today, he was making an
exception. It was my first weekend without her and he knew I was devastated.
“How’s she coming?” Cole asked as he and Shane entered the garage.
Cole was one of Devin’s best friends. The carburetor on his Ford Bronco
needed to be replaced and Cole didn’t let anyone, but my brother, touch his
baby. Shane was Cole’s neighbor and was always around. He went to school
with me but was a senior this year instead of a junior.
“Almost finished, man. She should be good as new once I’m done,” Devin
replied, his head still buried in the engine.
“Thanks, Dev,” Cole said as he took a seat next to me. “So, Blake, how are
you holding up?” He asked, slapping me on the back.
I didn’t even know how to answer him. I was fucking falling apart, but
there was no way I was telling him that. I just shrugged my shoulders and tossed
back a large swig of beer.
Maybe if I drink enough, it will numb the pain.
“That bad, huh?” He said as he gave me a pathetic look. “Don’t sweat it,
man. She’s obviously psycho—what kind of person does something like that,
anyway?”
Shane started to laugh and, for a moment, all I wanted to do was kick his
ass. “You just need to get drunk¸ find some hot piece of ass, and forget about
her,” he said nonchalantly from the corner.
If only it were that easy. I didn’t know if I would ever be able to forget
about her, but getting drunk seemed like the perfect place to start. “Step one –
check,” I said, as I held my beer can up in the air.
“And it looks like step two just arrived.” I heard Devin say with a chuckle,
nodding his head down the driveway. “Looks like Palmer brought that hot piece
of ass with her.”
“Holy shit! I call dibs,” Shane said, a little too eagerly. All Shane thought
about was sex. He was hornier than Devin. The only difference was that Devin
had standards. Shane would screw anything, as long as it was female.
“Hell, that isn’t a piece of ass. That’s Palmer’s little sister!” Cole exclaimed
as he stood up. Before he headed their way, he added quietly, “I’m not kidding.
She’s off limits. Palmer will kill you if you even look at her wrong and then
she’ll kill me for being friends with you.”
I still hadn’t even seen the girl they were talking about, not that it mattered.
The way I was feeling, a fucking Victoria’s Secret model could be walking up
the driveway and I wouldn’t care. There was only one face I wanted to see and I
knew whoever was walking up the driveway—it wasn’t her.
I watched as Cole came back into the garage. Palmer was right next to him,
his arm draped around her shoulders.
“Hey guys!” Palmer said cheerfully. “Do any of you know my sister?”
Devin finally took his head out of the Bronco and looked up to where I’m
assuming Palmer’s sister was standing. He looked like a total dumbass, standing
there and staring at her with a stupid smile on his face. I looked over at Shane
and he was watching her with the same dopy smile as my brother.
“No, we don’t,” Devin said, taking a step closer and wiping his hands off
on a towel.
“And it’s a damn shame. Where have you been hiding her, Palmer?” Shane
said, sounding like a complete moron. He was on his feet in no time, looking like
he had just won the lottery. I couldn’t believe them. They were acting like she
was a fucking supermodel or some shit.
Not fucking caring who her sister was, I dropped my head and looked at the
beer can in my hands. I pulled back and forth on the tab until it broke off,
furiously flicking it towards the trash can and missing it entirely. With a heavy
sigh, I got up and headed over to pick it up.
“Well, Tess, this is Devin, Shane and that angry fella in the back there–
that’s Blake. Guys, this is Tessa,” Palmer announced.
Not wanting to be a complete jackass, I threw the tab in the trash and turned
to say hello. I suddenly understood why Devin and Shane were staring like
idiots. All the air left my lungs at the sight of her. She was glowing brighter than
the sun in her yellow dress and light pouring in from behind her made her look
like an angel. The corners of my mouth turned upward and I realized I was
gazing at her like a goddamn fool as well. Shit, she probably thinks we’re all
insane. I tried to look away, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t tell what it was, but there
was something special about her. I had never seen anything so beautiful in all
my life and then she smiled at me…
The dark roadway in front of me was blurring through my tears. I glanced at the
clock—11:32pm. I could not believe this was happening. Again. Why didn’t I
just stay away from him the first time?
I reached for my phone and tried calling my sister for a third time, the tears
continuing to flow down my cheeks. Damn! I tossed my phone into the cup
holder as her voicemail picked up. What the hell was she doing?
Two red lights later, I heard a buzzing noise and held my breath as my
phone jiggled beside me. That better be Palmer! I looked at the screen and saw a
picture of Jared blowing me a kiss. Fuck! What the hell could he possibly have
to say to me after what I just caught him doing?! After what I just witnessed, I
had nothing to say to him. A few minutes later my phone buzzed again. This
time, it was a text from Jared.
Baby I really need to talk 2 u. Plz.
No, thanks.
I switched my phone off vibrate so I would hear it when my sister finally
called me back. I threw it down on my passenger seat and just started sobbing
again. How could I be so stupid?
I wiped the tears from my eyes with the back of my hand as I replayed his
words from the first time this happened.
“I’m sorry, baby! I will never do it again!” he had pleaded with me. “It
means nothing, Tess! Nothing! I was just drunk! That’s all, baby.”
I never should have taken him back after that. Even though I was really
hesitant, he begged, pleaded, brought me flowers – the whole shebang—for over
three months and I finally broke down. He was really convincing; I figured any
guy that asked for forgiveness for that long really must be sorry.
