Bret's POV
I look down and see that Esence had passed out from having an anxiety attack. I sigh and open the door to the bus, which was hard with a passed out girl in your arms. Once I managed to get it open I walked on and set her down on the couch. I called the guys while looking at my beautiful passed out girlfriend.
"Hey where are ya'll," I ask into the phone once someone picks up.
"We're still at the tent. Some people are still shaken up about seeing Esence like that. Even Trace and Beau are kinda scared. They both have a few scratches and bruises over their arms from trying to hold her down. That girl really tested her patience and tipped Esence to go overboard. The only time I've seen her like that was when some guy started taunting her and picking at her. How is she anyways," Scene told me. This was news to me. How could such a small girl be able to cause so much damage?
"She's fine. She passed out on the way here from an anxiety attack. I don't think ya'll are going to be able to preform today with the state she's in," I replied back.
"Yeah I know. You know what surprised me though?"
"What," I ask.
"Security didn't do anything. Kevin Lyman even saw what was going on and didn't stop it. We talked to him and he saw everything from the beginning and said Esence had a right to do what she did because it was self defense and she was sticking up for herself and you. He said that if that girl presses charges she'll loose cause someone got the entire thing on video, from beginning to end since they were filming something. I think it was one of the youtubers," he rambled. Thank the lord for Kevin. He is an awesome dude and knows it wasn't Esence' fault. I let out a sigh of relief, looking over at Esence' sleeping body.
"Anyways we should be heading back to the bus in a few. We're bringing Beau and Trace since they want to check up on her to see how she's doing and we kinda need to clean them up," he said. I heard a guy in the background yell 'kinda' a chuckle following after. I tell them okay and bid goodbye, hanging up and setting my phone down.
I grabbed the controller from next to me and flicked the TV on while I waited for the guys to come and for Es to wake up. I surfed through the channels, finally settling on an movie on LMN. Soon I heard the bus door open and see 6 people walk on. One with a lot off tattoos and another with shoulder length hair and a beanie on.
"Bret this is Trace Cyrus, singer and guitarist of Metro Station, also the one that pulled Es back when she ripped out of EJ' grip," Jacky explained, pointing to the tattooed guy.
"And this is Beau Bokan, lead singer of Blessthefall and also the other guy that held down Esence," he said pointing to the other guy. I got up and shook both their hands.
"Thanks so much for helping. She was really reckless and relentless due to her anger, which I really didn't know she had in her," I say scrunching up my face.
"It's cool. I would've done the same thing if someone did that to me. She had every right to do what she did although I didn't want her to go to prison for killing someone. She's a little feisty one," Trace said chuckling. I nodded and turned my head to see her stirring in her sleep. Her eyes quickly shot open and she shot up jumping when she saw everyone in the small space. Fear filled her eyes as she coward away into the corner of the couch.
"Baby, babe calm down. None of us are going to hurt you or anything. I promise," I say walking towards her. She nods and relaxes into the couch. I sit next to her and bring her into my side, cuddling her.
"This is Trace and Beau. They are the ones who held you down," Scene told her.
"Th-thank you," she stuttered out, not looking up.
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FanfictionHey my name is Esence (short for evenesence) im 20 years old im the lead singer in my band Broken Messiah. I got kicked out of my house at 14 and ive been living with two of my bandmates since. One day we get a call that we get to go to warped tour...