I think i've seen this film before...

chapter two

Hello everyone, heres a new update. I just wrote this now so it isnt perfect but at least its an update. I probably wont update as much as some others because I prefer my chapters to be a decent lenght. enjoy and please vote and comment.

Taylors pov

Everything hurts. I roll over onto my otherside with my eyes still closed. “Ughhhh,” I groaned as last night came flashing through my mind. Nervously I open my eyes not knowing what I should expect to find, I am instantly blinded and close them again. So he’s up, and of course he doesnt give a fuck about if i want to sleep or not, he will open the curtains anyway. In my mind I try to think of some good reasons why I should actually stay with him. Well he’s my main source of income. But I do have a job now. My dad is in love with him and would probably kill me if I left him. Probably the biggest one, I was scared. I was scared that he would kill me if I left him. 

When I finally dragged myself out of bed I realised how bad it was. The bruises were visible everywhere, I wouldn't be able to cover these up with only clothing. I walked over to my closet and picked out an outfit, it had to be something extremely full coverage but also comfortable so it didn't rub and cause me pain at work. In the end I went with jeans, a long sleeve turtle neck and a smart jacket. But even with this you could still see the marks on my neck, face and wrists. I let out a sigh as I grabbed my make up kit, looks like it will be a full face today. It took so long to cover up all the bruises and hand marks on my skin that I didn't have time to eat. Not that I would have eaten anyway, Adam would get mad because I was getting too fat.

I drove as fast as I could to get to work on time but still somehow ended up being late. As I rushed out of my car into the office I could feel eyes on me, I could feel the judgment. Why do people always just presume they know everything about someone? Or presume they know what this person is going through? Well i couldn't do anything about this horse shit so I guess i'll just ignore it. I walked towards Mr Alwyns office while making sure to constantly pull my sleeves down to make sure there was no chance of anyone seeing anything that would cause problems. “Good morning Mr Alwyn,” I say with my best attempt at a cheerful smile.

“Good morning Taylor, and please, call me Joe.”

“Ok Mr.. Joe, sorry.”

Joe's Pov

Taylor seemed very jumpy this morning like something was wrong, but I'm not sure it's my place to say anything so I left it. She started to check my agenda for the day and I couldn't help but stare at her, even with the smallest amount of skin showing she still looked stunning.

“Mr Alwyn, today you have a meeting at 10,” she checks her watch, “which is in 10 minutes so you better start heading over soon. I'll stay here and get some work done while you go, Taylor says with a forced smile even though just the thought of picking up a pen, or even typing was killing her with the state of her hands.

“Please Taylor could you accompany me, otherwise it will just be a room filled with boring old business men and that would be sooooo boring.” I moan, the people I work with are horrible. I would never want to be friends with any of them. Even though Taylor is closed off I feel like she could still be a really nice person and someone I could actually have fun with at work. ‘Mmmmm,’ that thought sent my mind elsewhere, I can't help it. I am a guy and look at her. Her legs are so long, her face is flawless, and her ass. Oh my god it makes me slightly hard just thinking about what I’d do to that if she let me.

Sitting in the meeting with all these men around her Taylor looked physically uncomfortable. I'm starting to feel bad for making her come, what if she really didn't want to and I pressured her into doing something she didn't want? Why should I care? I'm her boss, ugggghh but I do care about her? I don't know why but some part of me feels obliged to protect her. This is all so confusing. As she's jotting down notes and I'm staring at her, yet again, her sleeves ride up an inch and I catch a glimpse of her wrist. The sight almost made me gasp aloud, her wrists looked awful. There were bruises everywhere, you could see splotches of makeup where there had been a poor attempt to cover them. I wonder who did this to her, was it a one off incident, or her boyfriend... It made me sick, and angry. I then started to look at her face closer and noticed just how much makeup she was wearing. It could be just how she likes her makeup but from what I recall from yesterday…

“Joseph, JOSEPH. I am talking to you.” Oh shit, i'll talk to her later. 

“Yes sir I do agree with you but i still think this version would be a better option.”

As we exited the conference room I contemplated talking to Taylor. What if she didn't want anyone to know? But what if she really needed help? In the end I decided I would address the situation tomorrow.

Taylors Pov

As soon as I was dismissed I rushed home as fast as my car was allowed to go (legally). It was 5.15 when I got home, ok so that leaves me 45 minutes until Adam gets home. That should be enough time to cook him a nice dinner. I spent the next half hour preparing his favourite spaghetti and meatballs in hope of putting him in a better mood for tonight. I really couldn't deal with another night like last night. Whenever he does ‘that’ it makes me feel disgusting and inhumane. There must be something wrong with me if I'm disgusted to be my own boyfriend. Like Adam said even if I did survive leaving him no one else would want me and I'd be alone forever. I couldn't handle that, I would rather be with him than alone.

“Baby i'm home, I hope you made me dinner.” Adams slurs come from the entrance way. He was obviously drunk and it was scaring me.

“Um yeah I made you your favourite.” He walked over to me and took my lips in his giving me a long sloppy kiss. My stomach churned and I felt like throwing up. Having changed since I returned home my bruises were much more visible and Adam noticed. 

“Baby I hope you didn't go to work like this,” he says in a threatening manner. My hands shook a little and I took a couple of steps back. “What would your new boss think about having a dirty little slut working for him.” His tone was changing to the all too familiar low whisper. My lower lip started to quiver and I felt a tear slip down my face.

Thank you so much for reading this. It means so much to me. and... RESPECT TAYLOR SWIFT. All this shit going on with netflix is fucking stupid. She doesnt deserve it. She works so much harder that others and still has to deal with this horse shit. netflix it aint FuNnY anymore. But thanks for reading please vote. :-)

- mackenzie