Had Dean known the nightmare waiting for him on the other side of his front door, he never would have opened it. But he didn't know, so he did open. A solid fist to his nose made him stumble back in pain.
"What the fuck?" He howled.
People pushed him further inside, and hands grabbed his arms, held on to him tightly, and forced him to his knees. He tried to count the people inside. 6 or 7, maybe even 8. He didn't know any of them.
"Dean Ambrose," a woman said.
"Who's asking?" He asked.
He tasted the blood from his nose as it ran down in his mouth. He spat out some of it while keeping his eyes on the woman, and the big knife she held in her hand. He had never seen her before, and if it wasn't for the pain and everything going on, he probably would have made some moves on her. She was attractive. Her long, black, straight hair reached down to her ass and was put in a low ponytail. Her eyes were misty grey, and they were focusing on him.
"We're here to even the score," she said.
"For what?" He asked.
"You raped a woman," she answered.
"I didn't rape anybody," he said.
"Nikki Bella," she said.
"My ex?" He chuckled despite the pain. "She said that? I'm not even surprised. Bitch would always lie about anything to get her way. She was pissed off that I left her, and this is how she's taking revenge. By lying yet again, and having others do the dirty work for her. You got played. So go ahead and beat me up or kill me, or whatever the fuck you want, but I didn't rape her."
He could see she wavered. A part of her believed him. She moved around and pulled his phone out of his pocket. The knife landed on his throat while she dialed a number. She put the phone on speaker and held it in front of his face. He didn't care about the phone. He cared about having the knife removed from his throat.
"Sound normal," she said.
It rang two times, and then Nikki's voice came through.
"Dean?" She asked. "Hi babe."
"I'm not your babe!" He hissed.
"Why are you calling?" She asked annoyed.
"Why are you spreading lies about me?" He asked.
"What lies?" She asked.
"Really? You're gonna pretend not to know? I just had to run for my life when some crazies broke into my home, saying I raped you," he said.
Nikki's high pitched laughter came through loud and clear.
"I would have loved to see that," she laughed.
"I didn't rape you!" He yelled.
"They don't know that," she said. "They'll get you eventually, and you'll get your ass handed to you. You shouldn't have left me, Dean. I warned you, I wasn't gonna sit by in silence and let you win over me."
"Bitch!" He shouted.
The woman behind him ended the call and removed the knife.
"Let him go," she said.
The two men holding him let go, and everyone started moving out of his house. The black haired woman was the last one to start leaving.
"Wait," he said. "What are you gonna do?"
"I don't take kindly being lied to," she said.
"Don't hurt her," he said.
"You don't make the calls," she said.
She walked out of his house, and he slowly made his way back to his feet. His nose was throbbing with pain, but it didn't feel broken. He walked to the bathroom and sighed at his bloody face in the mirror.