Promises (New Beginnings Book 2)

Promises
A New Beginnings Novel
By
Michelle Lynn

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2016 by Michelle Lynn

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Cover by Rachel Bostwick

Most of the time, the thing that separates a tragic tale from a happy one is unconditional love. So, this one’s for my family who make my story a good one.

Book
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by Michelle Lynn:

The Dawn of Rebellion Trilogy

Dawn of Rebellion

Day of Reckoning

Eve of Tomorrow

The New Beginnings Series:

Choices

Promises

One

20 years ago:

"Maggie Marks, Maggie Marks!"

Their words ran through Maggie's head as she sat on her bed. The girls at school were cruel. They thought the sound of her name was funny. Well, they thought everything about her was funny. She wore hand-me-down clothes that she got from Goodwill and never had much packed for lunch. At parents’ days, she was stuck with the other kids whose parents didn't bother to show.

It hurt. She didn't understand why they had to be so mean. The only two friends she had were Elijah from next door and Jake from down the street. They’d been he
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best friends for as long as she could remember. They stuck up for her, but they couldn't always be there.

Maggie ran a hand through her stringy blond hair and pulled on her tattered sneakers. She could hear her father's voice downstairs and needed to get out of the house before he saw her.

She inched down the staircase and shrank back when a step creaked beneath her foot.

"Magdalena, is that you?" her father called.

She didn't respond.

"I know it is, you little brat! Get out here!"

Maggie sighed and hugged her arms tightly across her chest as she stepped slowly into the living room. Her father was in his favorite chair in front of the TV, beer in hand. The football announcer's voice filled the room as his eyes took her in. It was nearly five, so she knew that he was already pretty tanked.

"Why are you just standing there!" he yelled. "You know where the fridge is."

Maggie felt his gaze on her as she went into the kitchen and opened the fridge to reveal the little white and red cans she had come to despise. She grabbed two, and her father glared when she handed them to him.

"You're on your own for dinner tonight," he said, as if that was anything new. He opened one of the cans and tilted it towards his lips, letting out a grunt and then a low belch. "Your stepmother shouldn't have to cook for you. Now scram."

"Yes, sir." He didn't have to tell her twice. Maggie ran out of the house and took a big gulp of air when she reached the front stoop. She sat down and put her head in her hands. Her stomach made a small noise and she hunched over, trying to hold back the tears. Between the mean girls at school and her own parents, there was only one place she felt safe.

As if she’d willed it, Maggie heard a window open on the top floor of the house next door. She looked up and smiled for the first time all day as Elijah stuck his head out.

"Mags, you good?"

Wanting to seem brave, she nodded her head. Elijah scrunched up his face in concern. He could always see right through her.

"Wanna come over for dinner?"

"Your mom won't mind?" She stood up and craned her neck up to meet his gaze.

"Are you kidding me? Meet me in the back." He slid the window shut and disappeared.

Maggie pushed open the gate between their houses that would get her into Elijah's back yard.

"Hi," she said when she stopped in front of him. He searched her face for a moment before pulling her into a hug. When he released her, he led her to the bench under the willow tree in his yard. It was their bench, their tree. They would spend hours sitting there and talking about everything.

They sat, and Maggie ran a hand over the side of the bench where they’d carved their initials a few years before. She traced the double M's that marked that she was there and then the E.L. for Elijah Lugo. She turned to him with a smile on her face.

Elijah was a good-looking kid. A lot of the girls at school had crushes on him, but if he liked anyone, he hadn't told her.

"Think I can ask you a favor?" Elijah asked.

"Shoot."

"Well ..." he fidgeted with the hem of his shirt and looked down. "It's just, the guys were talking at school."

"You mean Jake," she laughed. "What's he got into your head now?"

"You know he kissed Anna Hendry."

"Everyone knows that."

"It's just ...” He looked to the side. "I've never kissed a girl."

"So," she said. "I've never kissed a boy."

"Can I kiss you?" he blurted suddenly.

Maggie looked at him in shock, but he still wouldn't meet her eyes. Her first kiss. Did she want it to be with Elijah?

"Yes."

He finally looked at her.

"But I have a condition," she said.

"Anything," he stammered.

"Can you promise you're only going to kiss me once? Because, Elijah, you are my best friend and if I lose you, I’ll have nothing."

He nodded.

"I need you to say it," she said.

"I promise, just once."

She watched him, trying to figure out if he meant it. "Okay then, kiss me." She scooted closer to him and closed her eyes.

It took Elijah a moment to get up the courage and, as soon as his lips pressed against hers, her eyes popped open. The kiss was short, and Maggie wanted him to do it again. But Elijah was the only person she could count on, so a first kiss was all it could be.

Her first kiss. Something they would always share.

Elijah couldn't take his eyes from Maggie and she met his searing gaze as he reached out and touched his fingertips to her lips.

"Wow," he whispered.

Maggie wanted to say the same thing, but she couldn't. The rest of her life was messed-up enough as it was. She needed Elijah.

When his gaze moved to her lips, she finally breathed out two words, "You promised."

His shoulders sagged and he looked away.

"Hey." She grabbed his hand and squeezed. "Best friends?"

After a moment of silence, he breathed deep and she felt him return the pressure on her hand.

"Always."

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Present Day:

Thank God for Saturdays,
Maggie thought as she dragged herself from her room. She was in desperate need of coffee. She flipped the lights on in her kitchen and pulled out a coffee filter. After filling the coffee maker, she hit the switch that would start the bubbling sound. Music to her ears.

Nothing happened.

"Dammit!" she yelled, pounding on the counter. How could anyone expect her to be useful today if she didn't have caffeine in her system? "Shitty coffee maker," she growled. In truth, it was. She’d only spent thirty bucks on the thing. It had lasted longer than anyone expected. It's not like she had the money for one of those fancy ones, though. She was living in New York City on a teacher's salary. Well, technically, she was living just outside the city. She couldn't afford to live any closer.

She stomped back towards her bedroom.
The people below me are probably real happy this morning
, she couldn't help but think. She stopped stomping. She was a thirty-two year old woman, for Christ's sake.

Maggie threw her pajamas into the laundry basket and pulled on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. She was not starting this day without coffee. Luckily, there was a shop just down the street. As she reached for her keys on the table by the front door, her buzzer sounded, letting her know someone was at street level wanting to come up.

She turned on her intercom. "Hello?"

"Mags, it's me." It was a voice she'd know anywhere.

She buzzed him in and unlocked her front door before making a quick run through the living room, picking things up. When she heard the door open, she glanced up to see an imposing figure carrying a drink in each hand.

"Oh you are a beautiful man, Elijah." She rushed over and took the cup he offered as he chuckled softly. "I've only been up for a half hour and it's already been a hellish morning. My piece-of-shit coffee maker is broken, so I had no way to get the caffeine to keep me on my feet. I was about to go down to the shop on the corner. You know, the one where the coffee tastes like mud. But you, oh best friend of mine, brought me my favorite. Let me know if you ever need a kidney or anything and it is so yours."

Elijah was used to her incessant talking so he just laughed and sat down on the couch. It's why they made a good pair. She was a talker and he was a listener.

"Elijah, I am so done with this school year. I'm exhausted. I love my kids, but man, they just wear me down."

"Only one more week," he said.

"Yeah," she sighed. "I know. Then I've got all summer."

"What are you doing this summer?"

"Oh, I don't know. I figured I'd lay low. I'll probably help out at Jason's and hang out with Michaela since you and Jay will still be working." Maggie's cousin, Jason, owned a bar in the city.

"I thought Mic was working."

"No, she'll have the summer off from school and she's just volunteering at Family Services a couple of days a week."

"Gotcha."

"What about you?" Maggie leaned back on the couch and stretched her legs across his lap. "You just sold a flip so are you looking for a new one?" Elijah flipped houses for a living. He didn't do all of the work himself, but he did do a lot of it. His specialty was carpentry.

"Sort of."

"What does that mean?"

"Well, one of the remodeling companies I've done some side work for said they're going to float me a bunch of work in the next few months."

"But you love doing houses start to finish."

"I didn't say I wasn't going to, but that's why I'm here. I want to take you somewhere." He grinned excitedly, the kind of grin that crinkles your eyes and lights up your whole face. Maggie sat up and reached out, wanting to touch his face when it was so full of joy. He’d always been like that. When they were younger and she felt miserable, his happiness would seep into her and she would believe everything would be okay.

"Okay." She patted his cheek.

Elijah's phone buzzed. Maggie watched him look at the screen and scowl.

"You going to get that?" she asked.

"No."

"Well, I'm going to shower while you keep ignoring your phone, and then we can go."

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Elijah told Maggie to pull the car up outside a brick house with a rotted front porch.

"I thought you said you weren't flipping right now." Maggie looked sideways at Elijah as he stared up at the structure in front of them.

"I'm not." He grabbed her hand and pulled. "Just come on."

They had to go around back to avoid stepping on the front porch. The yard was basically just a dirt patch with grasses forcing their way through here and there, looking more like weeds than anything else. The back stoop swayed underneath their feet but didn't fall apart. They stepped into a house that looked like it had been gutted. Broken furniture was strewn in their path, but Elijah just kicked it away.

"Isn't it great?" Elijah asked, not looking at her. Instead, his eyes were focused on the house around them. "Look at these high ceilings. Those beams are in great condition. And the size of this kitchen!" He rushed towards the area that was taken up by yellow cabinets with stained counter-tops. The appliances were gone, leaving empty spaces where they once were.

"There are three bedrooms," Elijah went on. "And you saw that backyard. With a little TLC, it could be great for having everyone over. I'd build a deck, and we could put a grill out there."

"Elijah, what are you talking about?" Maggie asked with a worried frown. She knew the look on his face. When they were younger and he would get one of his crazy ideas in his head, he would get a gleam in his eye. It was the only time he talked more than she did.

"I bought this place," he said. "For me. I'm going to renovate it and keep it."

"Are you nuts? This place is a dump."

"That's only because you can't see it like I do. Think about it. I'll do hardwood floors throughout the downstairs. Granite counter tops. Custom cabinets. It'll be beautiful."

"Did you get it checked out?"

"Of course," he finally looked at her. His scowl told her he didn't like how she was trying to kill his buzz. "The foundation is solid. All the inspections were fine. I'm going to make a home."

A home. Maggie had never known one of those. Elijah had one growing up, but he hadn't found one since. Maggie knew he missed his family and he missed Boston, but he moved to help her restart her life. When her marriage blew up four years ago, he had to choose between his two best friends. He chose her and she knew he always would. He was her person.

"I'm sure you will." She looped her arm through his and let him show her the rest of the house.