Is this the truth?

110 Days before

I sit on the cold concrete floor while behind bars, where I may live the rest of my miserable life. I haven't sleep since they put me in here. These stupid orange suits make me want to throw up. Though I have done a lot of thinking while I have been bored out of my brains. I don't mind being the bad guy. It's a lot easier to get people to hate you than to love you. Maybe that's what it is supposed to be like.

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3 Weeks Later

Today I am going to court. I'll be seeing Matthew, Taylor and my family. I don't know who else, but I'm going to court and I get to see how long I'll be in jail for.

Court 

I sit at the table with my hands cuffed, and my so called lawyer next to me. He has a suit on but he's a bit over weight with a moustache and a cowboy hat on. I see Taylor coming in in a wheel chair. His leg is in a cast while he has stitches in his head and Matthew is in a jail suit too. They both give me the stares that make me sense that we are thinking of killing me. I am yet to see my family. Court starts and questions are being thrown around, and a lot of convincing is happening. Taylor and Matthew answered everything they knew. There were times where I knew they were lying. They didn't want to be honest but I am happy they aren't. My lawyer walks up. I found out that he's Australian, too.
"My client was never intending to hurt his friend, Cameron told Nash to kill him and he refused so he was forced by Cameron's bare hands to shoot the trigger. So you are not going to tell me that he is a bad person when he was FORCED to kill"
But I am bad. very bad. He finishes and when he sits back down I write something on a piece of paper that says "fucking brilliant" and I show him. He gives me 'what the fuck' look and looks away.

3 hours later

The judge is whispering between two people discussing what they should do with us. They quiet down and face the front. "Nash Grier is to have ten years in jail since there was no proof for the force of murder. Taylor and Matthew will have eight months in Jail for being apart of the crime" 
Wow, I didn't think they would get that long. I didn't think I'd get that long. Police force my standing and walk me out of the court room and Taylor and Matthew aren't long behind.

Matthew, Taylor and I sit in the cold concreted room behind the bars and it has been silent for hours. Just standing around with only the noise of the police man swinging his keys around while they echo as he walks up and down the aisle of jail cells. "I'm sorry" I say to break the silence.
"Doesn't help the fact we're in jail, Nash" Matthew replies.
"At least your not getting ten years" I say back.
"Thank goodness your getting ten years" he tells me. That hurt, but I know I deserve time in jail.
"Do you know how lucky you are that your not getting a death sentence?" he asks me. Matthew continues to lecture me as I notice the police has left the place. Soon enough he walks up to our cell, Matthew goes quiet and he opens the bars.
"Someone here to see Nash" he says with his deep voice. I get up and he leads me to a meeting area. I sit down at a table with a girl in a black coat, black hair with a fringe that covers her eyes. It's chilly out here and I can smell the rain.
"who are you?" I ask with curiosity
"It's Madison" she says. "I'm a friend of Gilinsky. He wants to give you this" she pulls out a folder from her coat and slide sit across the table. I pick it up and attempt to open it until she tells me not to.
"Don't open it! It has everything you need to get out. Johnson will give you a call or he'll see you on a visiting day and give you the signal for what to do" she explains, but I remain confused.
"What are you talking about?" I ask again
"It has a new ID. We're helping you leave the country" she explains again
"what about Taylor and Matthew?" I ask. "They need ID's too" I reminded her.
"We can't bring them. Only you" she tells me.
"What? that's ridiculous" I said. are they ludicrous?
"You can stay here for ten years if you'd like?" she says, convincing
"Ok, I'll leave" I give in. I feel bad, but I cannot stay here.
"You'll get the call or visit in about a month or two. You need to be patient. Say nothing to Matthew and Taylor or they will rat you out and it will ruin the rest of the plan" she says strictly. I am determine to see her face though.
"what's rest of the plan?" I ask. "You have to wait and see" she says on queue for when it begins to rain. Madison stands up and begins to leave the visiting room. The policeman picks me up by my arm and walks me forcefully and harshly back to the cell as I hide the folder in my suit.  

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