This Won't Have A Name For A While

27. So Misled

It was getting pretty late, and our feet were killing us after walking on the uneven stone pathways. John got hold of a cab, and we were on our way back to the villa. I rested my head on his shoulder and stayed there the whole way back, I was exhausted.

As we arrived, I took off my sandals and fell onto the bed. I could've slept right there on the spot, but suddenly a thought hit me - the newspaper.

I grabbed my purse and got out the rolled up print and my English to Italian dictionary. I was determined to find out what it was about, I was just too curious.

I went into the huge bathroom, where I could be alone and translate the words. At first glance, there was John, with big words in the subtitle reading "TEMPORARY", but then by further inspection, I saw the worst thing imaginable at this point.

It was a photo of John and I when we were running at the airport to catch our flight. I didn't even notice paparazzi that day. Oh no. If this image was in a local newspaper then it was most likely all around in the States too. I couldn't panic just yet. I had to know what this article was about. I spent  I could get from the cover  went like this:

"New! Exclusive interview with Duran Duran's John Taylor, with insights about The Power Station and a new girlfriend, which he calls a 'just a temporary thing'. Will this relationship actually last? Read inside for more!"

I felt a little anger rise from me. I was doing so much, left my family unnoticed to be with him, and he's going to call me a temporary thing to the whole media? I really hope this isn't true.

I flipped the paper to the article and began to slowly go by each word. I had already been locked in the bathroom for almost 30 minutes. By the time I finished I didn't know how to feel.

"John tells us about his new relationship and what he sees in the future for them. For personal reasons, he won't disclose his partner's name yet, but we're happy to know about her. He told us how he met her in a photo session, and nd has since been a good distraction for him and his busy carrier. Judging by his past relationships, we know this may not last long. Taylor adds “I love her, but I think it's just a temporary thing, part of the lifestyle, you know”."

I was disgusted. What type I'd newspaper is this? Gossip garbage bullshit huh? I wanted to keep reading but just then, John yelled from across the house.

–“Irene! What do you want for dinner?”– John said

–“I'm in the bathroom, I'll tell you in a bit”– I calmly said back.

I had read enough. I already felt myself heated again, the tears could come any second. I was willing to let John explain.

–“Hey love, what's wrong? you've been in there for 40 minutes”– he sounded worried. He knocked on the door once more.

I burst out of the room. Almost in flames.

–“Wanna tell me what this is about then?”– I firmly stated shoving the newspaper up his face.

–“Oh, Irene! This isn't true I just made it up for the press, to protect you”– he said trying to win me back.

–“Yeah right, as if I wasn't just this temporary, disposable relationship that you're gonna get rid of when you get tired of me? How dare you display me like this to the public? How did the paparazzi know where you were that morning?”– I was angry. I almost barked in his face.

–“You know the media distorts facts. I tried saying it was temporary so no one would try to find you and ask for more details”– he said harshly. –“I did this for the best, I love you”–

–“I don't wanna hear it, John. I spontaneously left my home for you and now everyone must know back there. How am I suppost to explain this? How can I believe you actually care? You said some things that truly broke me in there. I don't care if it was for the media, it's just to make YOU look good”–.

–“No, I-Irene, no-”–

–“Shut it”– I said back.

I let the emotions get the best of me, but I didn't regret what I had said to him. I went to the balcony while John chased me from behind, but I locked the glass door behind me.