Don't Be Cruel

Chapter 8

They walked in with the whole band at their heels, they sat down and  the interviewer welcomed them in.

They started talking about the tour, what places they were going to and things like that. The interviewer started handing out coffee and Richie couldn't resist. Evie was watching on the TV and phoned him. His phone rang next to him.

"Excuse me I need to take this"

He walked backstage, walking over to his dressing room where there was no people to overhear.

"Dammit Evie, I was in the middle of an interview"

"You picked up that coffee, If you drink it you will end up with a bloody mouth, you don't want that on live television, do you?"

"No"

"So don't drink it then, got it, because I can't help you this time"
"I love you, Evie "

"I love you to, King "

With that he ended the call and returned to the interview.

"So Richie, how  did you get that nice looking bruise on your jaw"
Richie lied, he didn't want anyone knowing his little secret, "I was drunk so I can't remember it exactly". Richie winked at Jon.

The interviewer as always started talking about Jon and Dorothea, Richie snuck  off  backstage. He went into his dressing room and grabbed some extra-strong painkillers. He grabbed some water and swallowed them. This was causing a lot of pain, he had a throbbing pain where they were extracted from. But he didn't want to tell anyone, especially Evie.

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She sat down and put on her trainers, nothing was better than a nice run, she was lucky- she lived in the countryside. She shut the front door behind her  and started to run, she ran as fast and far as she could, soon she had ran a mile and took a sip of water, sitting down on the grass. Then she remembered Richie and Jon were due to come home. She jolted up, grabbed her water and started walking, then jogging,  then  turning into a full sprint.
She sprinted through the village and onto the little country road that lead to her house. She finally made it back in time for Jon  and Richie. She sat down on the step, her stomach protesting her running. She made lunch and started to eat it,  once that was done she went into her bedroom, kicked off her shoes and heaved her aching body up onto the bed.