fearless

Chapter 36: Initiation

^^ Willow Pape and I got into it at the club last night in the Kim Kardashian Hollywood Game. 😂

Song: Paint it Black- The Rolling Stones

1 Month Later
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The queasy feeling makes it way through my body, from my stomach to my throat, and I lurch out of bed.

Light shines through the curtains on our balcony door. The rest of the apartment is dark.

I stumble to the bathroom in the dark apartment, and reach the toilet just in time.

The vomit empties itself from my stomach, and within minutes, Ty is standing by my side, holding my hair back.

"Oh baby." He wipes my mouth with a warm, wet cloth. "It will all be worth it in the end," I say, leaning back against the tub, which is parallel to the toilet.

Ty massages my stomach. You can visibly see a little baby bump, but from far off, to me, it just looks like fat.

"I have to do initiation today." I exclaim.

Eric, one of the members on the Initiation planning committee, who apparently doesn't like my parents, has requested for me to instruct the transfers.

Apparently they're short staffed for initiation.

Ty glances at his watch, a piece of his hair falling over his forehead. "It's ten thirty."

"Crap. I have to be at the net at eleven." I get up, the queasy feeling now gone, and walk to my closet.

"I'll make breakfast!" I hear Ty shout from downstairs, where the kitchen is.

I pull out a three-quarter sleeve, tight black t-shirt, and black leggings. I change clothes, and pull out my combat boots. I pull them on over my socks, and put on my makeup.

In my rush to not be late, I basically stabbed my eye with mascara. It hurts like hell, even though it's just a small poke in the eye. I blink a few times and the pain diminishes slowly.

I dab my eye with a washcloth since it began to water. Then I go back to applying the face paint that is makeup.

I want to look tough. I don't want any of those initiates messing with me.

When I finish, I straighten my fading ombré hair, which is mostly a dark, dark brown, and pull it into a ponytail.

I walk cautiously down the hallway since I almost tripped yesterday, and down the stairs. I sit at the bar, and ring a small bell that we have.

Ty looks up at me, his teeth gleaming in a smile. He walks toward me.

"There's my brave, beautiful, smart wife." He says, grabbing my waist and pulling me towards him. He presses his lips to mine, and I wrap my arms around his neck.

I pull away though, and Ty pouts. "I don't want swollen lips at initiation." I chuckle. He nods. He walks to a cabinet in the corner of the kitchen, and pulls out two plates. A pan of biscuits sits on the counter, and he puts two on each of our plates.

He grabs the tongs, and pulls some pieces of bacon out of a pan. He grasps a spoon and pours some gravy on the biscuits. He carries the plates to the bar, and sits down beside me.

"Ty's bakery has fresh made breakfast every morning!" He shouts. "So you have donuts?" I tap my chin in mock thought.

"Okay Ty's diner!" He says, taking a bite of bacon. He raises his eyebrows and puts a hand over his mouth. "It's delicious!" He says.