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Chapter 27

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Chapter 27

LED lights, hairspray, makeup, and wires attached to me. The makeup is too thick for my liking, and my hair feels sticky. The bright LED lights blur my vision. The backstage of CBSN, hell. A place where the most famous, hottest A-listers go to tell their heartbreaking stories or spill their deepest darkest secret to the world.

I clench my stomach when I think of my traumatic experienced being used for an afternoon delight of entertainment for everyone. My story, a story for all ages to listen in on and judge. For them to sit at lunch and discuss what they would have done differently. How they would have lit a fire or caught a chicken. How their survival skills are better than mine.

I know that's what they're thinking because I would do the same. I would sit on my couch and watch it. Then proceed to research and think up of ways of how I would be better. What I would potentially do to make the survival much better.

I was them before, the viewer. On the other side, but now as I sit in front of this mirror I'm being interviewed and I will be ridiculed.

"Alice, you can say no. We can walk away, and go back to the hotel. We don't need to give them another story today. Jace Morte's home was set ablaze last night. They have enough news for the day."

My eyes widen, something happened to Jace? I know we didn't quite get along but that doesn't mean I want something to happen to him. "Jace? Jace Morte? Is he okay?"

My mother shrugs her shoulders. "No one knows, your grandfather is in Italy right now because of it, but it doesn't sound good. We might have to go there in the near future Alice." I internally groan.

I hate going to their home, I used to go every summer when I was a kid and it was hell. With the addition of Jace tormenting me and Leo completely ignoring me. I have no idea how to speak Italian so I never understood what the hell everyone was saying until Jace incorrectly translated for me.

I hate not knowing going on and even more so than feeling like an idiot and there I feel both of those things.

But, it's good my grandfather is there. They did the same for my own family when grandmother died and it's good that we're doing it for them. I sometimes forget how close our family actually is.

"I'm sure we'll find something out soon," I assure her.

"Who knows? That family is always keeping secrets."

She rolls her eyes, "Right! I have no idea what my parents were thinking when he set you two up."

"Maybe, combining houses, like how royal families used to do?" She adjusts my hair and plays with my mic.

"That's stupid, marry who you love and who loves you."

"Did you love dad?"

"I did, for a time," she admits. She stares at my face and inspects every aspect of me. "You know if you feel a speck of discomfort. Just get up and walk away. No one will fault you, you're the victim. You are right, she is wrong. Tell her what you want, what you're comfortable with. Do not fill the silence, it's not your responsibility. All news people do that. Remain silent so the interviewee can fill the silence. Stare at you with their venomous eyes and-"

"Mom! I'm going to be fine. It's going to be quick, I'm telling them what we went over and nothing else." I'm not giving them a scoop she so desperately wants.

She pats my shoulder. "Great, good girl."

"We're ready," the intern peeps in.

I get up from the chair and follow the young intern. I turn to my mother whose arms surround her body as she watches me to the plunge in front of the camera. If you feel nervous Alice just knows mom is there. She'll make sure everything is alright.