I Don't Trust Anyone Novels & Stories

the bartender spoke. “You’re wrong” I directly answered him. “I don’t trust anyone. I don’t trust any guy. They’re no difference and it’s never safe being with a guy” “You seem to have trust issues ma’am” the bartender joked. “A broken trust will never be assembled back on its original state” I drink on another shot after I spit out those words. I don’t know why I said that or do I have to say that? I know that I don’t have the obligation to tell him anything about me but it feels good to voice it out.

"I'm so sorry, Calla. That must have been really hard for you." I nodded in agreement. "It was. And now, with everything that's happening in the pack, I find myself doubting everybody's intentions. Even yours sometimes." Stephanie frowned. "Don’t be hard on yourself. Trust is something that we can’t really give out. But sometimes you will need other people." "I know that," I said. "But my past experiences have made me so paranoid. I just find it hard to believe that someone could love me so much, without any ulterior motives."

Never knew who the real me was—to be fair, I didn’t want to know him, either. She sees him plainly, that much I know. She sees how far he's fallen, and is skeptical enough not to take his accusations at face value. Isn't she? The unknown terrifies me. I guess this is what it's all about, as miserable as it is. Trust. It’s never been one of my stronger qualities. That's what happens when you've been burned time and again so many times you lose faith in people. Not only in women, though women haven’t proven themselves trustworthy to me in the past. It’s anyone that has the power to take what I give them and rip it apart.

I tell him as I smile. He sighs as his shoulders slump, “You are trusting me now, but the first rule is to stop trusting everyone and everything people say. This world will eat you alive.” I nod my head, I really didn’t know how not to trust someone. I have never been a cynical person and my dad was always worried about that. He tried his best to protect me but I had to step out someday. “And you have to stay away from Frank. Give me your word. I know you guys work together and he is your boss-”

“I can’t trust anyone in your family. Not you. Not Steve. Definitely not your father.” He flinched, as if my words tor right into him, he didn’t step back. Instead, he reached out, his hands hovering in the empty space between us. “Then trust me.” I took a shaky breath, the words stuck in my throat. How could I trust him? How could I trust anyone in this world when it felt like everything around me was collapsing.”

I could tell that everyone was equal, regardless of who they were or what they identified as. ” Everyone here has a story to tell. Do you want to share yours?” “I don’t know if I’m ready to just yet.” I thought about how Melanie broke my trust so simply. If someone I thought loved me could do something so terrible to me, I don't think I was ready to trust anyone else in this world. “That's fine, just know that you're home here.” Emily assured me but I was still not fully convinced

To hell with any and everyone else. If I were the type to have a best friend, Erin would be mine for sure, but I’m not. Getting too close to anyone is something I just can’t do, because everyone takes off eventually; Or straight up dies on me. Not just my parents, literally everyone. A couple EX girlfriends with shitty intentions, backstabbing cocksuckers who only gave me the time of day for a little cash, you name it—I’ve seen it. Trust nobody, ever. It doesn’t end well.

“Does he believe if I tell him I don't trust his people” “I don't trust him, so it's normal if I don't trust his people”.

Valerie exhaled softly. “ You think it’s easy, Val… ” I paused. I shouldn’t be calling her by her nickname so soon, right? “ Valerie. But it’s not. It’s hard for me to…ask for anything from others. I can’t bring myself to…trust anyone. Sometimes, not even Izer. ” But, I wanted to. There was no one in this world I wanted to rely on and trust more than him. A man who did everything for me and made me feel heard, and seen, and loved.

Something about the way she said it — not overly dramatic, not fake — just… honest. But I couldn’t do this. I pulled in a breath and met her gaze. “I don’t like to be pitied.” “I’m not pitying you.” “Well, it feels like it.” I let my arms drop, the tension making them ache. “Right now, it’s really hard to trust people. Even people who seem nice. Even people who stand up for me when I don’t ask them to.” Blair nodded slowly. “I get that.” “I’m grateful you stepped in back there,” I added. “Really. That was… brave. But I don’t think I want to hang out anymore.”