Chrissie POV


"Uhh... I umm..."

They pointed the camera at me, making the words get stuck in my throat.

"Umm... I was uhhh... trying to look for..." The bowl wobbled on my head. "A new hat! Obviously!"

Everyone doubles over laughing, Andy being the first to stop.

He took the bowl off of my head, another fruit snack dropping out.

"I gotta say, Chrysanthemum," He smirked on the emphasis of my real name, making me growl. "You do look good in this bowl, but I make it work." He sets it on top of his head, and sits back crossing his arms to continue the rest of the interview.

Everyone looks at him strangely while I giggle like a little girl. God, I knew I still loved him but I needed to calm down.

"So Andy, where did you get that scar on your eyebrow?"

Andy and Ronnie instantly look at me, and I shrug.

"I don't know, Bryan. Why don't you ask Chrissie here? She seems like someone who would know all the answers." He smirks.

I raise my eyebrows in disbelief that he actually did that.

"You want to know the truth?"

Bryan nods, bringing the microphone closer to me, where I take it out of his hands.

"He was being an asshole, like usual, and fricken holding me down by my goddamn wrists, trying to control me," Taking a deep breath, I saw Andy look down, and I continued.
"He charged at me, so I hit him in the face."

"With what, Chrysanthemum?" Andy growled, trying to find a reason to argue.

"A 6 pack of Mtn Dew." I proudly stated.

Bryan's jaw dropped while the camera guy tried not to laugh.

"A 6 pack of Mtn Dew, see that's why there is so much tension in here, folks." Ronnie chuckled.

"Wait, why were you holding her down?" Bryan asks curiously.

"Because he doesn't trust me." I looked away because a lump in my throat was developing and I couldn't swallow it away.

"I trust you it's just that-"

"You don't trust me!" I hissed.

He didn't answer or even try to.

"You don't even let me go to the bathroom without telling you first." I wasn't yelling, it was more like loud talking.

He looked away, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

Ronnie was even curious to know about this.
"Why don't you trust her anymore?" He crossed his arms defensively.

"You know why Ronnie, can't we just talk about something else?" He didn't look at anyone, just at random things around the bus.

I try to cross my arms, but I feel aches around my wrists.

I look down and see dark blue and purple bruises, covering my wrists, hissing when I lightly touch them with my index finger.

Andy must have held on too tight, I guess. Well, I should be happy someone wanted to hold onto me.

All I knew for sure is that I had to hide them because everyone always thinks the worst of things.

"Ronnie, last job before this?"

"Nope." He grinned his hair waving back and forth.

"Chrissie, what do you do?"

"Oh... umm... I'd rather not talk about it." How do you tell people you work at a Porn Store? I still have not acheived that.

"Andy, we all know you haven't done anything." Bryan went back to looking for other questions to ask.

"That isn't true."

Andy panickly cleared his throat. "Chrissie, no." He whispered angrily.

"So you haven't told anyone yet?" I was going to get him back for putting me on the spot.

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