|Afterglow|Taylor Swift|

|Chapter 1|Ms. Swift|

Sams P.O.V

I lay in bed trying to breathe normal, making small weezing sounds. I finally push myself out of bed wincing in pain.

I have an interview today, I don't want to go but at least I won't be hear i get ready in the most interview appropriate clothes I have; wich is just a white button up with a short black skirt.

I pass by my mirror about to leave and I stop. I look at my bruised face in the mirror.

I can't go looking like this

I thought to myself. I'm not much for makeup but I do have a little from... back then. It's honestly probably expired but I need something.

I cover up the marks the best I can and head down stairs. I go to the kitchen to get some water so I can take my antidepressants. When I turn around the tall frame of my father lumed over me.

"What are you dressed up for, you lazy bitch." He said, the smell of cheap beer hits my face and I try not to scrunch my nose in descust.

"What!? You think I'm gross so you can't talk to me?"

"No sir. I'm going to an interview at Swift Interprise." I say looking at the ground.

"Is that the big building in the center of town? Ha like they would ever except a lazy good for nothing girl like you. If you ever worked in a place like that I would have to respect ye and we both know that would never happen" he said starting to laugh. I stay quiet not knowing how to respond to that.

"Well you better hurry, wouldn't want to be late for your big interview" he says taunting me.

"You better come home straight after and get me a 6 pack" he said as I walk out the door.

I don't have a car so I have to walk. We live in the bad part of New York so I can't help but try and hold back tears.

I finally make it outside the building and look up.

"Holly shit thats huge" I say under my breath. I walk in slowly feeling my muscles stiffen from being in a strange place.

"E-excuse me, hi I'm here for an interview. W-wear would I go for that" the lady at the front desk looked up at me. She looked me over and smiled.

"Oh honey welcome! Ms. Swifts office is on the top floor. Let me take you there." She said standing up and walking around the desk. She was a good 5" taller than me. Not that it's hard to do that but her heels didn't help.

"Over this way dear" she said gesturing with her hand to the elevator. I follow her keeping my head down. "Don't worry about Ms. Swift she is really nice and professional" I gave her a weak smile.

She didn't say anything on the way up; not that she needed to her aura was enough energy on its own.

The elevator stops and we take a left. I can't believe she is on the top floor, why the fuck would anyone want to be this high. I try not to think about it because my anxiety acting up is the last thing I need.

There isn't much on this floor, its very clean looking. Very white. There are a few closed off offices and at the end of the hall is a huge golden color door.