The Hearts We Break: A Sweet YA Romance (Young Love Book 4) by Kylie Key

Author:Kylie Key [Key, Kylie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kylie Key
Published: 2019-10-30T05:00:00+00:00

COLE

She stopped drinking the day after the accident.

The accident that was ultimately my fault. The accident that could have killed my little brother, and our next door neighbors.

Irresponsible

immature

incapable

insolent.

Words my mother used to describe me on a daily basis. It was like she had the dictionary open and was reading through the I words. Random words shouted at every action I did.

I hadn’t gotten anything right since the move.

Nothing.

No thing.

My world as I knew it had crumbled, falling like the Roman Empire, the King of The Hills reduced to a peasant in Maple Flats. Okay, the analogy is over dramatic, but the sentiment is real. I wasn’t the King of Hillcrest Prep, but I was right up there, my enviable reputation—Mr Popular, Soccer Superstar—suddenly blighted by a move to a house that was, well, a tad smaller than I was used to—my bedroom right across from my brother’s and on the same floor as my mother’s. No sensor on the gate, well, no gate. The house sat nestled down a shared driveway, practically within shouting distance of the neighbors. There was no tennis court, no in-home theater and if I dived into the pool, I was already half way across it.

Because I called our new home a shack, my mother labeled me impertinent. When I couldn’t work the archaic air con system she said I was incompetent. When I threw up in the palms around the pool, she called me iniquitous, which I wasn’t sure was the right word, but she’d been drunk at the time, too. (Wait - iniquitous—wicked, sinful, immoral—okay, she was right).

My fall into impropriety (another of her words), wasn’t intentional.

It just happened.

One minute I was a member of a loving, happy family, the next we were savagely ripped apart, taken from our house in the hills, and bundled up into a hotel room. Sure, it was five star, but it was a week from hell as Mom declared she and Dad had irreconcilable differences, and that we were better off without him. Ryan and I were going with her to start a new life and that was that.

There had been no discussion

No counseling

No therapy

No choices

A complete and utter breakdown of the family unit, with zero chance for salvation.

Moving to the house in Maple Drive was the beginning of my descension. Easy-going, charming, likeable Cole was replaced by a moody, broody lookalike. I forgot how to smile and became consumed by bitterness. My brother and I had been wrenched from my father’s life because my mother had decided she no longer wanted to live with him. And she expected me to live happily ever after with her.

I’d protested, of course, begged her to try harder, to try again. I threatened to quit school, quit soccer, demanded she work it out with Dad. She kept telling me this was for the best. I would thank her one day. Life was hard, but she was doing the right thing for Ryan and me.

So, I had no choice. I was here in this quaint house, as Kaedie described it, like we'd moved to Hobbitville.

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