We had been fooled. Fooled all along. And guess by who. Fucking George. AND his parents. And the principal had lied to us. The month George was supposed to be suspended, his parents and him had been compiling evidence against Harry with the police. False evidence might I add! They had told the police that the joint Harry gave the principal was Harry's own. That George had never touched drugs, and all the police did was believe them. With bribery of course. And the worst thing is, that George had told them to look in the report from Harry's sister's murder, which indeed said that George's toxscreen was clean. They must've altered that report too. His tox screen would have never come back clean, cause I know for a fact that he has taken drugs. I've even seen it on multiple occasions. And the alleged assault was apparently the fight they had at the cabin. If I remember correctly, it was Harry who almost died. And here comes the worst part. The one about the sexual assault. The one I can blame myself for. Harry and I had not thought it trough, when we fucked in the copyroom. Apparently George had stood right outside the window with his joint, and he had filmed us. You heard correct. He filmed us. And on the video Harry choked me, and because they couldn't see my face in the video, they just presumed I was forced. And little did Harry and I know that Josephine apparently was in on that part. Josephine had helped George convince the police that he assaulted me. Josephine told the police all about Harry being violent towards her and I didn't even know if that was a lie. I just know that Harry never has and never would hurt me. I had been questioned multiple times about the "sexual assault" he allegedly committed and I told them every time that I was not sexually assaulted in any way. That Harry would never ever hurt me but they wouldn't listen.
I spent most of my nights on a bench at the police station, and most of my days trying to get information or see Harry. I basically lived off of the vending machines at the station and weirdly I became friends with the lady at the front desk. She was an old lady, but nice and tried as best as she could to help me get information.
I was not allowed to see Harry since I was a victim. I couldn't really do anything but deny that anything had happened to me. That Harry had done anything. I kept telling them that George was lying. That Josephine was lying. That the principal was lying. That everybody was lying and begged them to just listen to me, believe me and stop accepting the bribery. If everybody would just think for a second. Stop and think.
But they didn't care.
They were going to bring in a psychiatrist to question me. They really went to great lengths to make the fake story believable. When the physiatrist arrived at the police station I was already in the interrogation room. I saw him through the window on the right side of the room. The window revealed the lobby and I could see the desk lady if I tilted a little to the right. I had almost become familiar with the interrogation room since I had been questioned so many times. When he entered the room, I was taken aback by his expression. It was a mix of worried and nervous. He sat down and looked at me. Then he said;
"Are you aware of who I am?" he asked.
"Yes. They told me you were a psychiatrist." I answered.
"Are you aware of your surroundings? Do you know where you are?" he then asked.
"Yes. I'm at the police station." I said, trying to point out that his questions were stupid.
"Do you know who you are? What's your full name?" he then asked. I was getting rather tired of these nonsense questions.
"Yes, of course I do. Why are you asking me these stupid questions?" I asked him.
"Miss Williams, we have reason to believe that you are not mentally aware of your situation. We think tha..."
"WHAT?! What are you talking about? Did they pay you to tell me these things? What is going on" I cut him off yelling, and I stood up. Look him in the eyes. He seems even more nervous than when he walked in. That only proves my theory right. He is being paid to say this.
