Pen Pals

Chapter 20

Daniel's P.O.V.

    The room fills with the sound of my foot tapping anxiously on the ground. My leg is shaking at the thought of what actually happend, the truth.

    I want to believe Joey. Damn I want to believe him so badly. But something in my body is telling me he is lying. I have a sense that he is trying to cover up what actually happened. But why in the world would he want to hide the truth?

    "You rang," Preston says, entering with his guard. Joey's guard slides Joey to the cover directly across from me and places Preston in the chair at the table. I look over ay Joey but he avoids all eye contact and stares straight at Preston. Preston's guard now takes a seat and we all sit in silence before we go through this shit.

    "You were the only one in the cell with Joey which is why you are the only one being questioned. We have reason to believe Joey is lying and we want to see if your stories match up. So please, tell us exactly what happened," my guard tells Preston. A slight grin melts arouns Preston's face and I can already feel my breath starting to get heavy. I want to kill him.

    "I'm sure whatever Joseph told you is the truth. Why would the twink lie?" Preston says turning his head to look at Joey is is behind him. I thrash at my cuffs but only cause my wrists to sting.
    "Daniel, knock it off," my guard tells me. I let out a heavy breath as Preston winks at me.
    "Yeah, Daniel. Just because your little toy broke up with you doesn't mean you have to be a bitch," Preston tells me giving me a look that I want to physically pull off his face.
    "He was never my toy. Obviously he was yours. Didn't your mommy teach you to not beat up nice things?" I reply, gripping the handles of my chair with every ounce of strength in my body.
    "Someone is a bit fiesty today. Let me guess, you don't believe the little bitch either. Ha. See that Joey. He doesn't care enough to believe you," Preston tells Joey, turning his neck to face him.
    "Can you just tell your side of the story so I can get out of these damn cuffs?" Joey says huffing and looking straight to the ground.

    "I have had my eye on him since the first day he was here. Finally we were put into a cell together. Last night I fucked him. I tied him to the bed and raped him. I beat him around a bit, choked him even. He didn't put up much a fight. And then afterwards I saw him standing there looking for help. So, I went after him again. This time, he did fight back. And then a guard stepped in," I can feel all the color drain out of my face. Did he really rape him?

     "Well, Preston, your story does not match up with Joey's story. So now we have to sit here and find out who is lying. Let me tell both of you that there is no point in lying because we will find out the truth and address it accordingly. For now us guards need to go talk it over and then we will return to talk to you two more," Preston's guard says. They all three stand up and walk out of the room.

    My body shakes at the thought of Joey laying there with no one to defend him.

    "What's the point in lying, Joseph?" Preston spits towards Joey.
    "I'm not lying you bastard. I told the whole truth. I just think they are leaning more towards your story," Joey tells him, a tear slidding down his beautiful cheek.
    "I can't believe you stooped this low, Joseph. I really thought you were better than that," Preston tells Joey shaking his head and making a tisk-tisk sound.
    "I go by Joey, fucker. So stop messing with me!" Joey yells at Preston, hoping to get his point across. The arguing continues for a few more moments before my brain feels like it is about to explode.
 
    "Shut up! Both of you! You guys obviously lived whatever truly happen. So that means you know who is lying. There is no point in arguing if you already know who is telling a fib. So just shut the fuck up!" I say, letting out all the oxygen I didn't know I was holding. Why can I not believe Joey?