*warning homophobic content do not read if you think you'll get offended*

Dallons pov:

Tonight was probably the best night I've ever had. Growing up being gay made it impossible to make friends. I was teased, made fun of, and beat up. I had to hide who I really was. My parents had treated as though I wasn't their child. And, now I'm playing in my favorite band, and fucking the man of my dreams. How could this night be any more perfect.

I tried being quick and quiet running back to my suite. Suddenly I hear somebody say my name behind me. I turn around to see a very drunk Ian stumble towards me. "I fuggin knew ya were faggut. So when di choo start fuggin Brenon? Freak!" Mumbled ian. "Please don't tell anyone I promise I'll do anything you want," says Dallon scared. " No I don wan anythin from you faggut azz. You nee to die you fuggin homo," Ian threatened. " Please don't do this," Dallon stepped back, " please don't hurt me. How about we sit down so I can get you a glass of water, maybe some ibuprofen." "I don nee shid from you. I'll ged aid. Bu I am gon bead yo azz tu deaf," Ian says running towards Dallon.

I run down the hallway yelling, "help" but everyone is either asleep or just think I'm a drunk. I turn around and see Ian a few steps behind me. I find doors leading to the stairs. I start running down the stairs. I check to see how far behind Ian is and all of a sudden I lose my footing falling face first onto the steps and I start tumbling farther down till everything goes black.

Ians pov:

I stop running once Dallon starts falling. I go check to see what happened and he has bruises and cut all over his body and blood is gushing from his head. Oh shit I gotta get out of here so no one thinks I did this. But the little faggot had it coming and he's going to hell because of it.