All I ever wanted was to be a female fighter.
It was in my blood to smack people around.
Some girls wore pink dresses and makeup, I wore sneakers and bruises.
I was a loner, stuck to myself because I was different, until Camden Steel moved next door.
I punched him in the mouth, and he saw me through rose colored glasses from that day on.
I had everything I ever wanted.
The boy next door, inspiring career… until I didn’t.
He hates me. I deserve that.
They say you have to fight for what you want… What they don’t tell you… is it’ll cost you more than you're willing to give to reach the top.

Love Tap is created by M.N. Forgy, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Love Tap

Tate sits on a wooden bench, her foot tapping the floor as she wrings her hands anxiously. Pre-fight jitters. They're the worst, and will call your fight before you even step foot in the ring. 


Reba pulls and tugs on Tate's blonde hair, braiding it into corn rolls along her scalp. It's protocol to have your hair tightly braided to keep from injury inside the ring.  Tate winces, and scratches at her head as Reba continues to jostle her head around. I remember how much those damn things itched and hurt when my hair was considered a hazard. I don't miss them. 


Pulling the door to her locker open I open a gym bag I packed, and pull out an old school Walkman.


Kneeling in front of her I place an ear bud in her left ear and she flinches aggressively, like she didn't even notice I was in the room.


"Easy." I pinch my brows together. "You're too wound up, babe. This will help," I  place the other ear bud in her ear.


Chapter 41