Dante
What the hell was going on?
There was yelling, and a woman’s voice was heading our way. A lady rounded the corner heading for Quinn and I. Was she a fan? What was she doing back here? How did she get back here? Where was security? Were they just letting anyone back here who wanted to come? She was walking right for us, and she looked pissed.
Her hands were fists at her sides, and she was walking as if she was on a mission. She was short, or average height, and her face was fucked up. She had a bitch of a shiner on her eye. I wanted to ask her who she was, but she spoke first.
“Dante Rock!” she shouted.
I just looked at her, a little scared honestly.
“That’s me,” I said.
“You did this to me! What do you have to say to yourself?”
I felt like I had just been punched in the gut. I had done what? She kept pointing at her black eye, but there were more important questions to ask. First of all, who the fuck was she? I knew I did not know her. How had she gotten back here and why was she going on and on about her fucking eye. I didn’t do it.
“You might have me confused with someone else, lady,” I said to her.
“Dante Rock? I had no idea there were two of you. You did this to me.”
“That’s impossible, lady. Listen—”
“No, you listen. You did this to me. He did this to me!” she screamed.
It was one thing that she was yelling like that, but the shit she was actually saying? Nope. No way. She had the wrong one. I didn’t know whom she was talking about, how many other Dante Rocks were out there, but she was not referring to me. Not a chance in hell. I tried to get a good look at her. She had blonde hair that was dark at the roots, and she was dressed, just normal, jeans and a t-shirt. I couldn’t see any sort of markings that would have identified her to me, like a tattoo or whatever. I had no idea who she was.
“Lady, I don’t even know who you are,” I said. She had drawn the attention of a few people now. I knew some of the guys were watching, and I knew that Quinn was watching. Oh shit. Quinn was watching. She was going to see this whole clusterfuck explode. Nobody was going near the woman because she looked a little unstable. I sure as shit wasn’t going near her. She was accusing me of having hit her. I wasn’t going to get close and have her scream rape or whatever.
I looked at Quinn’s face. She was white like she had just seen a ghost. She looked at me like she didn’t know who I was. It was like a look of disgust and shock. She looked so shocked. And mad. She turned and started walking away in the direction that the woman had been taken.
I panicked.
Was she following her to get her to make a statement? Was this the story she was going to write about me? I couldn’t let her do that. It wasn’t even true. She wouldn’t do something like that, would she? Would she?
I couldn’t wait to find out. I went after her. She was just walking so she hadn’t gotten very far. I caught up with her, calling her name. She wouldn’t turn around. I grabbed her arm to stop her then dropped it. A woman had just accused me of assaulting her; it wasn’t the best idea to grab this one. She stopped and turned around to face me.
“What?” she asked simply.
“Listen, that woman, I don’t know who she is. I haven’t seen her a day in my life.”
She looked at me silently and crossed her arms.
“I can give you an interview, a story, whatever you want. I don’t know who that was and I didn’t do that to her.”
“She seemed pretty sure that you were the guy she was looking for,” she said.
“I’m not. I don’t know her. I didn’t touch her. I swear to you. You have to believe me.”
“I don’t have to do anything, Dante.”
“Please do this. I didn’t touch her, and if it gets out that she thinks I did, I’m going to be in a lot of trouble.”
“More than a lot. You might not be able to come back from something like this.”
“So listen to me. Believe me, please.” I wanted to touch her, but I thought better of it. She looked at me, quiet. Was she really just not going to say anything? I needed to get something from her. Confirmation that she had heard me, or a slap in the face, or something. Anything.
Instead, she turned on her heel and walked away.