I can't explain it.
The feeling you get when you're accused of something you didn't do. Something that you know will get you a huge punishment.
But when you know who did it. You know the person that did the wrongdoing, but they won't fess up. And you can't convince anyone that it wasn't you who did it, even if the evidence blatantly points at them.
This wasn't some I-didn't-eat-the-last-cookie-it was-him-I-swear moment. This was worse. Much worse. Worse than I didn't wreck the car, I was home all night.
This was prison worthy. And right now... I was begging for my life. And I wasn't winning.