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Under A Million Stars by Rita Branches blitz

Under A Million Stars
Rita Branches
Publication date: August 8th 2016
Genres: Contemporary, Young Adult
Can a beating heart bleed from the shattered pieces?
Her heart cracked when her best friend walked away; it completely shattered when she lost her family in a tragic accident.
Now orphaned at seventeen, Charlotte Peterson is forced to live with her former best friend, Jacob Parker. Charlie, a talented pianist, desperately wants their loving friendship back, but something is holding Jake back. The more she spirals into the darkness of depression, the more she needs him.
Jacob vowed to stay away from her—no matter how much he still loved her. Armed with secrets that would have destroyed both of their families, he chose to end their friendship and walk away, which nearly killed him. As he watches the girl he once knew begin to fade away, however, he realizes that their relationship is more important than the truth he’s hiding.
Now it’s up to Jacob to put the pieces of Charlie’s broken heart back together—even if it means revealing the secrets he so desperately wants to protect her from.
Will Jacob find a way to bring back the carefree, talented girl he once knew, or is it too late for both of them?



These two weeks had been hell for me.

I didn’t know how I was going to pull this off for the eight months I still had left in this hell of a town. My parents didn’t get me, and she was around all the time, suffocating me. My heart skipped a beat every time I heard her voice, and it doubled in speed when she was near me. I wouldn’t be able to stay away, I knew it. She was breaking my heart all over again.

I heard her at night, when she thought everyone was sleeping. I just sat on the floor, resting my head against the wall, and listen to her cry and throw up every other night.

I stayed there like a jerk, as if I didn’t give a crap about her or her feelings, but I cried. I missed her. I wanted to hold her at night and tell her that everything would be alright, but I couldn’t. I promised I would stay away—I couldn’t hurt her, anymore. I pushed my knees to my chest to hold myself together and to keep me from crumbling. Sometimes, I had to place my closed fist against my mouth, so she wouldn’t hear me sob. I wished she would have, though. I wished she would have opened the door and saw me sitting there, caring about her, suffering like she did.

My mom was getting suspicious about me. She knew about her, or at least that something wasn’t right. My face, the permanent dark circles under my eyes, and my lack of appetite wasn’t normal, though. I was okay, before her parents’ accident—I had started to pull myself together.


This night was especially bad. She stayed in the bathroom for hours. I had been on the other side, hearing her cry and wishing I could take it all away.

I was starting to get really scared for her. I left before my parents woke up, unable to face them and those disapproving looks, anymore, like I wasn’t doing anything right with my life. They wanted a perfect son and they didn’t have one.

I was in no condition to go to college—I couldn’t even imagine myself being closed behind four walls for another four or five years. I needed something to take my thoughts away—something that would fuel me with adrenaline. They wouldn’t approve of the plans I’d been making. They’d hate them, in fact, but I didn’t care, anymore, I just needed to get away.



The next day, Jacob told me he would have dinner with Noah. I was so mad that I stormed out of the house, too, and headed to the lake house.
The door hinges creaked when I pushed it open, and it echoed through the empty house.
I sat on one of the mattresses and pulled an old, dirty blanket over my legs. The house was a mess, and I realized I should have started planning what I was going to do with it. Maybe I would hire someone to fix the walls, ceiling, roof, electricity, and who knew what else. Maybe the easiest option would be to demolish it completely and rebuild from scratch. I couldn’t do that, though—I couldn’t destroy this house with the memories I had concealed between these walls.
I hugged my legs with my chin resting on my knees, closed my eyes, and let my mind drift to a time when I didn’t have to fear Jacob and his coldness.
“My mom asked me yesterday if we had been here again.” I had said, sitting on the floor and hugging my legs.
“What did you tell her?” Jacob had sat next to me, and I’d let my head fall on his shoulder.
“No, of course not. I didn’t want to get in trouble again. Last week with our run away was enough.” I’d giggled, remembering our backpacks full of snacks so we could spend the night camping in the woods. We had been found a little after midnight, and had been forbidden to play outside for a week.
“I’m sorry—it was my idea. I can’t wait for the time we’re old enough to live on our own.” He’d grabbed my hand and set it on his leg.
“Yeah, only seven more years. The day I turn eighteen, right?” I’d asked, holding my breath.
“Sure. I’m going to find a job and start saving money to buy this house.”
“I’ll have to work, too, if we want to buy this place. My parents already told me it was expensive.” I had looked up to see Jacob’s eyes, which were set on the wall in front of us.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you, Charms.” He’d kissed my forehead, while I closed my eyes. I then remembered something that Kylie had told me. It had kind of been a secret, but Jacob was… well, Jacob. I hadn’t needed a diary—I’d had him.
“Do you want to know something?” My smile and gleaming eyes had told him it was something good, so his face had lit up, while he nodded. “You can’t tell anyone, not even Kylie—especially not Kylie, since she asked me to keep it a secret.” He’d nodded again; it was an assurance I hadn’t need to ask for. “She and John kissed today, during recess.” Jacob’s eyes had widened and he’d stepped in front of me, opening his mouth like a fish.
“Really? I thought they didn’t get along? Well, I so wish I could tease John.” He’d sat next to me again, and we had fallen silent for a while. I’d then felt him tensing beside me, and I turned to him, arching my eyebrows.
“I-I was thinking.” He’d swallowed and avoided my gaze. “We never kissed anyone, right?” I’d tilted my head to ask if he was being serious. If I had kissed anyone, he would have known. “What if we kissed? Just-just to know what the fuss is all about.” He asked.

Under a Million Stars Playlist
1. Twentytwofourteen - The Album Leaf
2. Bring me to life - Evanescence
3. Untitled - Simple Plan
4. Fire and Rain - Birdy
5. Shelter - The XX
6. Wings - Birdy
7. Grow Old with Me - Tom Odell
8. The power of Love - Gabrielle Aplin
9. Home - Gabrielle Aplin

Author Bio:
Rita Branches is an independent YA (young adult) author who enjoys spending every free moment (when she´s not reading) writing emotional stories. Visit:


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