Mad Woman✓

6. Crimson red

"Crimson red paint on my lips.... If a man talks shit, then I owe him nothing."

   POV TAYLOR SWIFT:

I stare at my reflection in the mirror of the bathroom. I have tired eyes from not being able to sleep all night. Even though I tried to rest at the house yesterday, I am still so tired.

I am so tired of having to run. I'm in the exact same position that I have been so many times before.. I'm always running. From him. From them. And here I am again.

The face in the mirror looking back at me looks defeated. I have dark circles around my eyes and my cheeks are hollow because I barely ate a thing the last few days. Not like I ate much better before..

The hickeys Joe put all over my neck on the plane are getting a little lighter, but they're still clearly there.

I break eye contact with myself in the mirror and turn the shower on.

The diamond wedding ring around my finger feels heavy on my hand and I look at it.

It's beautiful. It's the perfect wedding ring.

I take it off and look at the inside.

'James Anderson, 17-06-2016'

The moment I first saw Joe was when he was standing on that altar next to Draven, smiling so brightly, so proud. I felt my heart skip a beat that moment I saw him.

He was gorgeous in his well-pressed suit.

He had the cutest dimples in his cheeks and then when he gave his speech, I heard his accent... He took me off guard.

I had wanted to leave immediately. I didn't want to risk it again. But I couldn't- I couldn't leave yet.

I knew I shouldn't even have been there in the first place. But now I was there and I had to stay just a little longer.

I didn't want Mom to see me. I didn't want Dad or Austin to see me.

But I really needed to see them. I missed them more than anything.

Grace had looked more beautiful than ever. She has always been a natural beauty, but that white dress and her happiness made her even prettier somehow.

I had not realized how much I had missed her too until I saw her.

I wanted to grab one last drink before leaving. I barely even noticed that I sat down beside him until he looked at me. "Hi", was what he had said. Simple, but my heart leapt.

I had not been sure if he said it to me, or if someone had walked by. But as I kept looking at my drink, I answered him anyway, "Hey."

I hadn't stopped thinking of his face since that night.

And then I saw him again.

And he was an idiot for saving me. And he was even more of an idiot for pretending to know me, pretending to be my boyfriend.

And now I have pulled him into the shit I promised God I would never ever pull anyone into again.

I should have left. I should have gone home and never looked back. But I couldn't help it, even though I knew that it was trouble.

I put the ring back on and quickly wash my hair, trying to keep my head clear.

Today I have to go to the restaurant and pick up our new passports, credit cards, phones and other papers we might need. And I am planning on getting us that Maserati Joe mentioned today or tomorrow. It's better to have everything settled now.