Joey's P.O.V.

I lied. I told a tale about it all. I don't want everyone to look at me like i'm some sissy who got raped. I don't want them to look at me as someone who can't hold there own, although that is obviously how Daniel sees me.

"These guards are taking forever," Daniel grunts, shifting around as much as he can while being cuffed to his chair.
"It's an important thing. Important things take time," I tell Daniel. Yes I am so pissed at him but I still want him to not find out about my lie.
"You know what I thought was an 'important thing' to you, Joey?" He tells me putting air quotes around the words important and thing, "I thought being truthful was important to you. I thought making sure everyone got what they deserve is important to you. I though I was important to you. But I guess all of those things have been thrown away."

I slam my teeth together and stare at the wall. Whimpering under my breath, I find the courage to defend myself, even though I am the wrong one here.
"I figured you would believe me, Daniel. I don't have to make up stories. It's just what happened," I retort back as a quiet cry leaves my mouth and I start to breathe extremely heavily.
"You really want me to sit here and believe you woke up and choke yourself? Joseph, the bruise around you neck is too large to be your own hand. It is fragile enough, beautiful enough to be your hand. You didn't choke yourself. So, who choked you because whoever it was did all of this to you," he tells me softening his tone when he realizes that I am starting to get upset. He always did that. Daniel could tell when I was beginning to get shook up and he would try and be calm with me.
"I just want you to believe what I told you," my reply obviously didn't satisfy him because he began to laugh. And not a small chuckle, but he full on laughed. A grin spread across his face and he took in a deep breath, look me straight in the eyes.
"I don't believe bullshit," he tells me, his smile getting larger when my facial expression becomes blank.
"I'm not telling you bullshit! Fuck, why can't you just believe me?" Yelling seemed to pull his senses back and he sits there and starts to shake his leg. His smile is now gone and he looks like he is about to explode.
"I will believe you. But i'm going to be so pissed when I find out the truth," Daniel tells me.

I sit there, blankly. My mind begins to tell me to do some things, thoughts taking over my body. Tell him Joey tell him. In the long run this won't matter anymore. Just tell him. He can help you. My other side kicks in as well. Don't tell him. He will think you're a coward. Daniel will try to protect you and in the end he will only end up hurting you. So don't. Just let it be.

As soon as the last thought is trailed in my mind, the door opens and the guards come in to talk to us. They sit down in front of me, like before. Daniel is still in the corner. I'm surprised they didn't make him leave.

"We just want to make sure that there isn't anything else that you want to tell us. Now is your time," my guard says to me. His eyes look like they are pleading for me to tell them the actual story. But what they won't know will only hurt me.
"I told you the whole fucking story. Now you either believe me or get over yourself," I say. I've never been this mean to my guard. He was always very understanding and very kind to me. He helped me because he knew about how nervous I was to be here. And now, i'm treating him like shit.
"Based off of what we have been told today, you are possibly a mental person. Because of that, we have to take the neccessary precautions and get you a test done. So Joseph, you may be transfering to an insane asylum," Daniel's guard tells me. I can feel every ounce of happiness that was someone still in me leak into the room and out through the cracks of the door. I'm not insane. I'm just trying to protect myself. But by trying to protect myself, i'm just fucking yours truly over.

"Guys he is lying! That is not his fucking hand mark around his neck! He did not do it. Oh my fucking god. It was Preston wasn't it? You need to check if that is Preston's hand mark and you need to do it now. Joey isn't insane he is just trying to hide something from us. Please check because you know he isn't going to tell us," Daniel yells, thrashing at his restraints in his seat.
"We will go get Preston to bring him in here to talk about what happened. We just have to see if their stories line up and if that is Preston's handprint," my guard tells me.

They both stand up and leave the room to go retrieve the man who hurt me more than any person could imagine. Not only did he hurt me physically, but he also hurt me mentally. I don't want to ever hear Preston's name ever again never the less see his fucking face in a second. I guess my lie just might be discovered when he tells his side of the story. Or maybe, my lie will becone stronger and they will all fully believe me.

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Author's Note:
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