Call It What You Want: Taylor Swift + Joe Alwyn

four

When I arrived home I immediately snapped out of the sort of haze I was in while I was driving. Tom was going to yell at me. I knew it. I could sense it coming from a mile away.

I parked the car and made my way inside the building, taking my time walking down the hallway to the front door.

When I eventually decided I had to go inside, I took a deep breath and opened the door.

"Where have you been?" Tom said, the moment I stepped foot inside.

"I was just talking to one of my friends." I said quietly as I put down my bag and stood, awaiting Tom's expected follow up questions.

"Which friend?" Tom stood up from the couch and took a step closer towards me.

"Does it matter...?" I said, hoping not to have to mention that it was a guy.

"Who the fuck were you with?!" Tom started to raise his voice.

"Joe- Joe Alwyn, you know him. I just... needed his help with something."

"That goddamn British boy! What the fuck were you doing with him?"

"I told you Tom, I was just getting his help with something." I said confidently back.

"You're a fucking lying bitch! Tell me the fucking truth or you know what'll happen."

In this moment, I had to think very carefully about what I was going to say next. Most things I wanted to say would earn me a slap across the face, so I had to be smart. Or at least try my best to be smart.

"Tom I promise I'm not lying. I promise." I pleaded, desperately trying to make him believe me.

"Can you show me how much you love me baby?" Tom had completely changed the tone of his voice. He went from yelling at me like I was worthless to using his most seductive, calming voice.

I really didn't want to do this. I was starting to get very sick of this being the only way I can make sure he forgives me. This was the only way I could avoid being smacked across the face.

"Is there something else I can do...? Why don't we-

Before I could finish my sentence, he lifted me up and slammed my body against the wall, kissing me forcefully.

"What the fuck are you doing Tom?!" I managed to stutter out in between kisses.

"Baby be quiet." Tom said softly as he placed his hands under my shirt and pulled it off.

"Tom if you do this I can report you for fucking rape." I said, trying to hide the shaking in my voice.

He started to chuckle and scoffed a little as he roamed his hands over my body.

"Oh yeah? And who's going to believe an over dramatic attention seeking bitch like you? No one. So don't even fucking bother." Tom smiled.

He was right. No one would believe me. Especially since now pretty much the entire world hates me. There was nothing I could do at this point. Trying to get him to stop was useless. He was stronger then me, I just had to let him have me.

Tom moved his hand up my skirt and pulled down my underwear. He let his fingers roam all the sensitive parts of me.

"You're not wet at all baby... I need you to loosen up a bit for me." Tom mumbled into my ear.

I couldn't help that even my body was rejecting him. Clearly I didn't want this, he just didn't seem to understand or care about that.

"I- I cant Tom... can we please not do this." I said quietly as tears stung my eyes.