Heartburn: An Everyday Heroes World Novel (The Everyday Heroes World) by Tarrah Anders (best ebook reader .TXT) 📗

time after the accident, and I’m not saying that to hurt you, it is what it is. Your leaving did a number on me, but that’s not all it was. I had physical therapy and a psychiatrist that I was seeing pretty regularly. I came out of it all, pretty damn grateful, and because of that I pretty much went to school twenty-four seven. I basically just finished my residency right before you came back to town.”

“Ah, so you haven’t been this super distinguished doctor this whole time that I’ve been gone?”

“You know how becoming a medical professional is, right?” He smirks with a cock of his head, then his mood shifts from playful to serious. “Kindra, why did you run? Why didn’t you stick around?”

I take a deep breath and look at him. This isn’t the easiest conversation to have, and this was what I’ve been dreading since the decision to come back into town happened.

“I lost the baby, Ro. I think somewhere in the back of my mind, I thought that if I were to of tell you that, that you would have made me leave too. I couldn’t let someone tell me to leave twice. It was hard enough the first time hearing that from my dad. So, I left, I did what I assumed would happen.”

“That makes no sense.” I shake my head.

“To me, it made perfect sense at the time. And I think I told myself that is what would have happened so many times over the years, that I believed it was what would have happened.”

“And now looking back?”

“I was stupid. I shouldn’t have left. I should have faced the music.”

“I agree with you there. But why let all this time go by saying nothing? Do you understand that I’ve been wondering all this time where you were and about my child?”

“You could have come to me.”

“I didn’t know where you were. No one here had talked to you. I was out of commission for a while and had no idea where to start. But I’ve always wondered. I figured that if you didn’t communicate, that you just didn’t want to be found. Not to mention, if your father would have found out that I went searching for you, my ass would have been kicked.”

“If I could take my actions back, I would.”

“Why did it take eleven years?” he asks.

“Guilt? Embarrassment? I honestly have no good reason. I know that it hurt you, not knowing, and for that I’m sorry.”

“I’m seriously trying to understand it. You kept something so huge from me.”

“I know. Please know, I’m eternally sorry. I was reeling from the accident, from the loss, and then from my father. I acted on impulse and I’m just so sorry. I don’t know how to fix it, any of it. And I don’t want ‘I’m sorry’ to not have a meaning by chanting it.”

“I know. And I didn’t ask you to dinner to get you to feel bad. I just want to clear the air; I want a new beginning. We work together, we have this past, and well then there’s the other night. I thought that this would be okay, but I just don’t know right now.” He’s emotional as he shakes his head.

“I know, I’m sorry.” I whisper.

“No, I’m sorry, but I think I need more time. I thought that I could manage this tonight, but I think I need a little more time. You’ve had years of all this knowledge, I’ve had a few weeks.”

“I understand.” I reply, looking down at the table.

“Let’s just enjoy dinner, and talk medicine,” he says.

“I can do that.” I offer him a smile.

After our orders are taken, he looks at me and asks, “so, what’s the craziest thing you’ve seen in the ER?”

15

Rogan

“Come on Kindra, it’s not going to do anything if you have a hit. In fact, it’s medical grade shit and I promise you, the best that you’ll ever get.” Smiley tells her with a gleam in his eyes as we all sit around the campfire.

I have my arm slung over Kindra’s shoulder, and I’m high as fuck. I’m not entirely sure what type of weed this is, but it’s the strongest strain of shit that I’ve ever had. And I’ve smoked a lot of weed in my day. Especially the seven months since I got my girl pregnant. It’s like I’m smoking for two, or would that be three?

Fuck it, I have no idea, nor do I care. For the same amount of money that I would spend when I would buy from Smiley before, I’m pretty stoked to have a DD.

Knocking up my chick has its benefits.

Plus, even though my mom thinks that I’m a total fuck-up, she is pretty stoked that she doesn’t have to wait a million years to be a grandma, despite Mr. and Mrs. Mason’s obvious disdain for me and our unborn child.

We’re hanging out in the park, the back area where the cops don’t patrol and enjoying the fact that we just graduated yesterday.

“Medical grade shit, eh? Like doctors would prescribe it?” I hear Kindra ask. I wish she could feel the bliss that I’m experiencing right now, I’ll just have to describe it to her later.

Wait, Smiley’s handing her a joint. Eh, one hit can’t hurt anything—it surely won’t fuck up our kid.

“How you feel there, babe?” I turn my head and ask.

She coughs as a billowing of smoke escapes her sexy lips that I can’t wait to have around my cock later tonight. My hand squeezes her shoulder as I turn forward and smile at Smiley.

“Nice, babe, nice.”

I push myself up in bed and shake my head to rid myself of the dream. It was the last time that I saw Kindra. I remember that we left our spot in the back of the park, then a crunch of steel before losing consciousness and waking up in the hospital to the news that I have to have surgery and a