Quinn glared down at Dante.
"You are so ******** lucky Rachel is stood here, or else I would execute you on the spot."
Liam shot a death stare right back at Quinn.
"Then I would break your neck." He looked into the room, then down at Dante. He didn't want to believe it... but if anything, it meant Dante wasn't being himself. He
had to be sick, right? He wouldn't do such a thing if he had full control...
"Dante... what the hell?"
Dante wouldn't look at Rachel.
"How the [********] can you accuse me of this? I didn't do it. I'm not like that b*****d who stalked you. This is probably my aunt's doing, to turn people against me. I swear to God, I didn't do it, and if you won't believe me then fine." He started to cry, and buried his face in his knees.
"No one ever believes me or trusts me. Just ******** lock me up in a mental asylum and let my aunt win."
Liam heaved a sigh.
"Well, we can't believe you unless you can prove you were somewhere else between the time Quinn went in and now."
Dante had to stifle his sobs to respond.
"I was at the house to look after Lolly and give her medicine so Jon and Cindy don't have to, but I can't prove I was there the entire time."
"...Okay. That isn't proof, but I'll take the chance and believe you." Of course, he didn't really believe him, but he didn't want Dante to freak out again, at least until he could get him in private and away from Rachel.
"Oh, also, Dante stabbed your Dad."
"Not on purpose!"
Dante wiped his eyes along the back of his sleeve, and stood up.
"I really don't need this utter crap right now. I didn't do this, but whoever did is dangerous, so, Liam, contact the other guards. I want Rachel under guard 24/7." He realised that he was going to have to lie, and possibly mess up his chances with Rachel, but if it meant it might help clear his name, then he'd say anything to convince them.
"I lied! To be honest, the idea of being with a girl makes me feel ill! I don't get what's so freakin' great about boobs and all that stupid crap. I mean, don't get me wrong, I can tell when a girl is pretty, but I'm not attracted to them. I'm strictly men-only. Gay as a rainbow Christmas tree in springtime, that's what I am. I just thought that lying, and claiming to be bi would make me seem more... normal. But that means I have no reason to do what happened in there!"
He aimed a hard glare at everyone.
"Here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to leave, and use my fake ID to get into a pub. Then I'm going to drink myself stupid and go home with the first guy who pays attention to me. It's stupid and pathetic, but if I don't distract myself, God only knows what I'll try to kill myself with next. Also," he said, as he reached into his pocket,
"I'm leaving my phone here." He pulled it out and dropped it to the ground.
"Good luck finding me. I can't be around people who doubt my integrity. You'll be stuck, wondering what happened to me, for the rest of your lives. And remember Rachel - I'm not leaving because I want to. I'm leaving because you're pushing me away. ********]
((I was thinking maybe Dante could disappear for a few days and get caught out by them after about a week. Or maybe have that car accident happen now instead of later, so he'd end up in hospital. Or have him go missing for a couple of days, and then be in the accident. "Oh hey, we found your friend! But he's kind of half dead, in a coma, and on life support... Well, at least ya found him!" XD
Once he's recovered his memory, then he could lie and say he doesn't remember why he ran off. I don't think anyone would want to tell him what he allegedly did. XD Then they could go to Japan. Then he'd go on the meds and really go crazy for a while.))