- Author: Tarrah Anders
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An Everyday Heroes World Novel
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons living or dead are entirely coincidental.
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THE KB WORLD
Also by Tarrah Anders
About the Author
Also Written by K. Bromberg
Welcome to the Everyday Heroes World!
I’m so excited you’ve picked up this book! <Insert Title> is a book based on the world I created in my USA Today bestselling Everyday Heroes Series. While I may be finished writing this series (for now), various authors have signed on to keep them going. They will be bringing you all-new stories in the world you know while allowing you to revisit the characters you love.
This book is entirely the work of the author who wrote it. While I allowed them to use the world I created and may have assisted in some of the plotting, I took no part in the writing or editing of the story. All praise can be directed their way.
I truly hope you enjoy HEARTBURN. If you’re interested in finding more authors who have written in the KB Worlds, you can visit www.kbworlds.com.
Thank you for supporting the writers in this project and me.
I WOULD LIKE TO THANK ALL THE FRONTLINE WORKERS. YOU ARE HEROES AND ANGELS.
THANK YOU FOR ALL THAT YOU DO!
11 Years Ago
“Come on, Kindra, it’s not going to do anything if you have a hit. In fact, it’s medical grade shit, so it’s totally okay to smoke and I promise you, the best that you’ll ever get.” Smiley tells me with a gleam in his eyes as we all sit around the campfire.
Rogan has his arm slung over my shoulder, the glassy look in his eyes and the Cheshire cat grin on his face tells me that he’s high as a kite and likely isn’t even on this planet at the moment.
I look back to Smiley, who is holding out the joint in my direction.
“Medical grade shit, eh? Like doctors would prescribe it?” I question contemplating the escape from reality for just a short amount of time. It has been months since I’ve smoked anything.
I’m sure that a hit can’t hurt.
I reach out and low cheers erupt from our small group as I take a long hit from the blunt and hold it in, then blow it out a moment later. Rogan swings his head in my direction.
“How you feel there, babe?” Rogan asks with a sloppy smile.
I cough as I let the smoke out, and Rogan’s hand squeezes my shoulder as I take another long drag.
“Nice, babe, nice.” He nods, closing his eyes.
1 hour later
My face is hot, smoke fills my lungs, and my heavy eyes open to flames less than a foot from my face. The blood has rushed to my head as I’m upside down with the seatbelt being the only thing that is keeping me in place. My stomach, I feel a pinch, more pressure, and then all I feel is pain.
No! No! No! This cannot be happening.
Turning my head to the passenger seat, pulling through the pain to look at Rogan. He looks asleep with blood dripping from the large cut on his forehead onto the roof of the car that is currently acting as the floor.
“Ro. Ro, baby. I’m going to need you to wake up.” I try to say calmly. “Ro!” I scream when that doesn’t work.
He doesn’t move.
I look down and see nothing but blood, and my entire body remains in pain.
What the hell happened?
“Are you sure you’re wanting to move out of the city and go back and live in a small hokey-doke town?” My best friend, Cassandra asks loading a box into my truck.
“I’m pretty sure that the city cannot contain me anymore, so moving back home seems like the only logical reason. Besides, I feel like the city has given me all the tools that I needed in order to return home. That was always the plan in the long run.”
“You really think that just because you did what your family said you never would, that they would accept you with open arms?” she asks. “They weren’t the nicest, at least from what you’ve told me. They didn’t sound very accepting.”
“Cass, I’m not banished from Sunnyville, I’m just proving to them that I’m better than they said I would be.”
“And then what? You going to stay there and keep trying to prove to them that you’re different from they remember?”
“What’s the problem, Cass?” I ask.
She crosses her arms over her chest and defiantly looks at me. “I think you shouldn’t need to prove yourself to family. If they took the time to come here and see for themselves, they would get all the information that they need. But no, they haven’t once come to the city to see you. You don’t get phone calls from them, no mail, nothing. I just don’t want you to get disappointed when you’ve worked so hard.”
She has a point.
“I think that I need to do this for myself. Maybe it’s not for them. Maybe it’s only for me.” I