The Ballad Of Brallon ~ Rewrite~

The Truth

Dallons pov:

My phone rang. I answered it hoping Brendon saw the sign I paid that girl to hold at the concert tonight. I asked who was calling and all I could here was crying. Suddenly I started crying. I knew who it was. Brendon saw the sign. "Brendon is that you?" I ask. "Why'd you leave me!" Brendon asks angrily through sobs, "and why are you in the hospital?" I pause for a second realizing Ian probably never told him what happened to me. "What did Ian tell you happened?" I ask. "He told me about you going to his room an-," I cut Brendon off. "No! How could you believe him! Do you know what he did to me!" I screech probably louder than I should have. But I couldn't believe Brendon would believe Ian.

"What are you talking about? What did Ian do?" Brendon asks nervously, trying to keep his voice down so that no one can here him. "When I left your room that night at the hotel," I tell him trying not to cry, "Ian saw me. He was drunk and was calling me a fag. He said he wanted to kill me. I offered to have him sit and I'd get him some water, and ibuprofen. He said he didn't want anything and started chasing me. I got to the stairs and lost my footing then every thing went black. I woke up here about a week ago," I snif, "the doctor said a hotel manager found me unconscious in the stairs well covered in blood and bruises. He," I broke down crying, and I could here Brendon crying to. I continue what's left of the story, "He said if I was found just a couple minutes later I would've been dead."

Brendons pov:

I tell Dallon I love him and hang up the phone. I wipe away my tears, walk up to Ian and punch him in the face over and over again. I don't even give Ian the chance to react. Everybody starts gathering around. They pull me off of Ian, and ask what the hell has gotten into me. I yell at Ian saying, I just got off the phone with Dallon. Ian asks, "what are you gonna believe that little faggot over me?" I try to run back over to Ian but everyone is holding me back. "Don't you ever call Dallon a faggot!" I yell, "and the fact that he's in the hospital and has other people to confirm his story, yes! Now get the fuck off my tour bus!" Ian storms off. Zack asks me what happened. I start crying again telling Zack the same story Dallon told me.

I cry myself to sleep on our way back to Las Vegas. Zack didn't let Ian back on the bus. Or, back in the band.