A/N: In an effort to not forget to upload this chapter, I decided to upload it right away.

This is part two of the interview with some behind the scenes stuff. Chapter fifteen will be the final part of the interview, and then a time skip will occur. After that, there's probably only going to be about three more chapters.

Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Alvin and the Chipmunks or any related characters, nor do I have any affiliation with ABC News or Diane Sawyer.

Chapter 14

"Welcome back as we're once again joined by Alvin Seville and Brittany Miller. For those of you just tuning in, Brittany just revealed the shocking tale of how one of her fans turned into her worst nightmare. This next portion sees her courageously recount the night that she was attacked. Due to the nature of the topic at hand, viewer discretion is advised," Diane turned to face Brittany, "Friday night. One week ago. What happened?"

"W…well," Brittany began as she let out a tense breath, "The night started as most fall, high school, Friday nights do. I was at the football game, cheering. One of the fullbacks was throwing a party at his house afterwards. It was a typical unsupervised, high school party. Earlier in the evening, Alvin and I had a small argument about it. He didn't want to go, but I did. I went; looking back, I know I went just to spite him. Hindsight: 20/20 as it is; I know I should have listened to him. The day before, I'd seen on an online news page that the son of millionaire investor Solomon Staford was released from incarceration. I should have known that he'd come after me. Like I said, 'hindsight.' Anyway; I went to the party. While I was there, I partook in a few alcoholic beverages. When he showed up, I didn't recognize him. The only thought that I had at the time was that I needed to go home, and he offered to walk me there. I, in my inebriated state, agreed, and we left. I guess it was either the cold autumn air or the physical exertion from walking, but I began to sober up. After a few blocks, his face clicked in my mind. I stopped walking. He must have realized that I'd recognized him because he grabbed my shoulder and covered my mouth as I tried to scream. He pulled me into the alley and threw me to the ground."

In the middle of that last sentence, Brittany's voice cracked and tears threatened to spill from her eyes. Alvin, once again, gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. She turned her head to look into his eyes, and he gave her a nod that seemed to say, 'I'm right here. You're not alone.' She turned back to Diane, "I'm sorry. I need a second."

Diane nodded. Out beyond the camera crew, Miss Miller was dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief while Simon and Theodore each had their arms around their misty-eyed girlfriends. Claire was standing with her back against Dave's chest, and he had his arms around her. After Brittany wiped her own eyes with a tissue, she managed to compose herself enough to continue, "That was when he kissed me. The only thought that was in my mind was to get away, so I bit down on his lip."

She brought the tissue back up to her face, and shuddered as she said, "I can still remember the taste of his blood in my mouth."

She looked back into the camera, "He recoiled and I tried to get away, but he caught me. He grabbed my shoulders and slammed my back against a brick wall. I remember my vision going fuzzy and a sharp pain in the back of my head. That's when started punching me: once in the shoulder and a few times in the side."

She lowered her head, "The pain brought about a moment of clarity, and I remembered that I had just gotten a manicure the day before, so my fingernails were sharp. I scratched him across his face. It was enough to get him to back up, and I tried to run, but he lunged at me and grabbed my leg. I tripped and crashed into some metal trash cans."

She pulled her hand away from Alvin and folded them in front of her on her lap, "The next thing I know, he's on top of me pulling off my clothes."

She began to clench her hands tightly together, her voice shaking as she forced herself to continue, "He leaned down, licked my neck, and told me not to try it again. I got angry, so I spit in his face, and he slapped me, so I screamed, and he slapped me again."

Brittany brought her left hand up to her neck, "He wrapped his left hand around my throat and held me down. I heard him pull down his zipper."

By now, Brittany was visibly shaking as tears flowed freely down her face. All of a sudden she stopped, and looked straight into the camera with a distant expression, "That's when the bastard stole me virginity."

She began openly sobbing as she turned and buried her face in Alvin's chest. His arms immediately went around her as he pulled her closer. The camera panned to Diane, "We'll be back after a short break."

The director turned to the crew, "Everyone, break for lunch. We resume in an hour… hour and a half."

Brittany was standing in the women's restroom splashing water onto her face as she tried to calm down. She looked up, startled as the door opened. She relaxed when she saw her sisters walk in. They immediately pulled her into a hug.

"Stupid question," Eleanor said, "Are you okay?"

Brittany sighed, "I don't know. I don't think I can keep going."

Tears started rolling down her face again.

"This was a bad idea," she said, "He's out again. What if he comes after me when he sees it? I can't handle this anymore. First I was raped, then one of my best friends drugs me with Ketamine, then I find out that I might be pregnant by that fucker. I just can't do it anymore."

"You can't think like that," Jeanette said, "You're stronger than this."

Brittany ripped herself away from their embrace and shouted, "That's just it. I'm not. That's the fourth time today that someone's told me that 'I'm strong.' It's a fucking act. It's an act that I do so fucking well that I even fooled myself into believing it. It also doesn't help to know that I'm putting the man I love through hell because I can't keep my damn emotions in check. The only reason I haven't lost my mind yet is that I know Alvin's there to keep me sane, and that's only going to go so far. Staford has a grudge against him. What if his next move is to hurt Alvin to get to me? I'm just pulling him into the potential crossfire."

"That's not going to happen," Jeanette said.

"But what if it does," Brittany said, "Even if he doesn't go after Alvin, he's definitely going to come after me again. What if Alvin's not there to save me?"

She leaned against the wall and slid to the floor. She pulled her knees into her chest as she began weeping uncontrollably.

Jeanette turned to Eleanor, "Let's get her to the green room."

Eleanor nodded, and the two of them hunched down and helped their sister to her feet.

"Come on," Ellie said calmly.

Meanwhile in the green room…

Alvin was sitting on a large leather couch with his eyes closed and his head resting on the back cushion. Simon walked over and sat next to him. He opened his mouth to speak.

"Don't ask," Alvin interrupted.

"How do you know what I was going to say," Simon asked.

"You were about to ask me how I'm doing," he responded without opening his eyes, "Save your breath. I told you before; it doesn't matter."

Simon stared at his brother doubtfully, "Bullshit."

Alvin opened his eyes and glared at his bespectacled brother.

"You said that your emotions don't matter because you aren't the one having painful memories dug up," Simon said, "If you truly expect anyone to believe that, you're an idiot."

"Do tell," Alvin said passive-aggressively through clenched teeth.

"It's an excuse," Simon explained as he stood up, "The weird part is that you actually believe it. You're afraid of showing any kind of dispirited emotion because you feel the need to be strong for Brittany. You can't honestly tell me that sitting next Brittany, as she rehashes the traumatic events of the last week, isn't causing your emotions to go haywire."

"I'm fine," Alvin reiterated.

"You're not," Simon said matter-of-factly as he turned and started pacing, "It's impossible for you to be 'fine' right now. Your love for Brittany is the most obvious thing in the world, especially to those who know you. You've loved Brittany since you met her, even despite the 'break' that the two of you took over the last year and a half. I know how much you love her because I know how much I love Jeanette, and if it was Jeanette going through this, I would be a mess. That's why there is no possible way that you're 'fine.' For you to be 'fine,' you would have to be indifferent do her suffering, which you're not because, as I've said multiple times already: you love her. Q.E.D. You're not 'fine.'"

"Simon, stop," Theo said interrupting his brothers proof.

Simon glared at Theodore for interrupting, only to have the youngest Seville motion towards the oldest. When Simon turned back around to face Alvin, he found his red-clad brother with clenched fists and head down. Most of his face was covered by the rim of his signature hat, but it was impossible to miss the streaks of tears running down his face.

"You're right," Alvin said softly before raising his voice, "Are you fucking happy now that I've admitted it? Yes, it feels like someone is physically ripping my heart out every time I hear her voice crack or see a tear run down her cheek. One moment I just want to hold her close and never let go, while another I just wish you wouldn't have stopped me from killing the bastard who hurt her. I'm putting on a strong fucking façade because I have to. Brittany's being strong despite being forced to relive the shit that she's gone through this past week. If she can be strong through that, what fucking right do I have to be a weak, little bitch? 'Boo fucking hoo, my feelings are hurt.' I'm not the one who was raped in an alley by a stalker, or had one of my best friends drug me for a quick buck, so the same rapist could kidnap me…"

His tirade was interrupted by a knock on the door.

Eleanor poked her head in and addressed Alvin directly, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything, but Brittany's kind of breaking down right now, and I think you're the only one who can help her."

Eleanor was barely finished speaking as Alvin rushed past her into the hallway where Brittany was standing next to Jeanette. He immediately threw his arms around her, pulling her into his chest.

"I've got you," he whispered to her.

He pulled her into the green room, and her sisters followed. He guided her to the sofa, and they sat down. As the two teens sat there, content in each other's embrace, Theodore looked upon them pensively, as though he had something to say, but was silenced by the heavy tension caused by Alvin's outburst and Brittany's subsequent entrance. Finally he broke the silence, "Alvin, if I could just share an observation…"

Alvin shot him a glare that said, 'Tread lightly.'

He held up his hands in defense, "I just wanted to say that being empathetic is not weakness. You claim that you have to be strong for Brittany's sake because you don't have a right to be weak while she's being strong, but I think that you and Brittany are too similar to each other for that to be the absolute case."

Eleanor jumped in, addressing her sister, "He's right. You both claim that you're acting strong for the sake of the other: Alvin: for what Brittany went through and Brittany: for what you think you're putting Alvin through. The problem with that is that you don't need to act strong for each other; you're each already strong because of each other."

"Alvin, your strength comes from your desire to protect Brittany," Theodore explained, "Brittany, your strength comes from the knowledge that Alvin is always there for you. The point that I'm trying to make is that no one in this room expects either of you to 'be fine,' as Simon put it, but that's okay because we all know that the two of you are strong enough together to be able to get through whatever happens to you: whether it's this interview that you're doing, or God forbid, if Staford tries something else."

A silence fell into the room as everyone absorbed what their green-clad siblings said. It was broken by a knock on the door.

Claire stuck her head in, "Craft services just brought out lunch if anyone's hungry."

All heads turned to the couple seated on the couch.

"You guys go ahead," Alvin said, "We'll be out in a few minutes."

Claire, Simon, Jeanette, Theodore, and Eleanor filed out of the room, leaving Alvin and Brittany alone in each other's embrace.

"Are you really that worried about me," he asked her.

"What do you think," she said.

"I think that we both just got schooled by our youngest siblings," he said.

Brittany hummed in agreement.

"He's right though," Alvin continued, "We will get through this."

"I know," she said as she laid her head on his shoulder, "I'm just so afraid of what's going to happen next."

"You mean in the interview," he asked.

"No," she responded, "I mean, overall. Claire said that they're going to rush the post-production on this so that they can air it tomorrow night. What's going to happen when we go to school on Monday? Or when Jason sees it? What if he tries to do something to me again, or to you?"

"We'll get through it together," he said.

"It's that simple?"

He nodded, "Of course. You'll always have me, and I can't even picture my future without you in it, not that I'd ever want to."

He capped his comment with a kiss on her forehead. She looked up at him and returned the sentiment with a kiss on his lips.

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