I Don't Trust Anyone Novels & Stories

To begin to ask when I allowed myself to become so vulnerable with him. That was dangerous. I have only lived this long because I learned to trust nobody in fact I hardly even trust myself much less other people because I knew what's trust the lady to I knew the effects of trusting someone blindly without looking out for yourself it's always ended the badly for anyone and not just from my own personal experience but I had seen other people who were blind towards what was being done to them and tried to believe in the best of those that they loved but it's always turned out badly for them.

The idea of losing that — even briefly — sat worse than I wanted to admit. “A week. Maybe less.” Not even a day felt like too long. What was wrong with me? “So you really don’t — not with anyone?” I asked, still not quite past it. Matt shook his head. “Not with someone I don’t know. Someone I don’t trust.” A pause. “There’s just something about you that gets into my head.” Good, I thought. Let it stay there.

"They can wait. Do you want to tell me what's bothering you?" My body was still leaning towards the door, part of me ready to just get on with the rest of our day, but the other part wanted to stay. Some loud chatter echoed from the hall and the latter won. "This is her fault," my voice was quiet and hostile. "What is," he asked sincerely. "All these people here. The distractions. If we didn't know who we could trust before how the fuck can we trust anyone now?" Adrian dropped his hold and folded his arms. "Ah, the ball."

I adopt the same bored expression most of them are wearing as I make my way through check-in. I fell for her, Larry. I trusted her. Don't you do that. Don't ever trust anyone... He's wrong... ... Isn't he? Emerald eyes... Mitch... Can I trust her? Can I trust anyone? Dakho I suppose. If I have to trust someone, it might as well be the man who knows most of the faces I've ever worn and most of the places I've ever been. Don't be ridiculous... If there is anyone, any group of people in the world I can trust, it is Mitch and my daughter and the strange family they have made for themselves.

It was everybody. My teammates, coaches, friends. Every fucking person around us suddenly felt dangerous. It was like anybody could pull out a phone and ruin our lives again. My voice came out cold before I could stop it. “I don’t trust anybody here anymore.” Hayden went still. Neither of us spoke for a second. Then quietly, almost painfully, he asked, “Do you trust me?” My heart twisted violently inside my chest because that answer was easy. “Yeah,” I whispered roughly. “I trust you.” And honestly? That made him the only fucking person left.

He laughs nervously, walking away to stare down at the yard. His eyes fixate on something or someone but I do not follow him, I cannot succumb to the need to hold him tight when I'm absolutely livid with him. He might say he's weighed the pro's and con's of this alliance already guy you can never trust anyone, even your friends. I learnt that the hard way many years ago.

He informed me in a low tone. “Okay, thanks.” “Also, a quick lesson. Never give your trust to anyone, easily, regardless of who they are to you.” Now, that’s creepy. What does he mean by that?

“Just once, Brandon—trust someone.” The words hit harder than he wanted to admit. === When she left, the cell felt smaller. The hum of the lights seemed louder. Brandon lay back on the cot, arm over his eyes, the smell of iron and bleach seeping into his lungs. Her voice replayed in his head. Trust someone. He’d spent his whole life distrusting everyone—every deal, every handshake, every promise. Trust was weakness in his father’s world. Trust got you used, discarded, forgotten.

If she was, then the minute she was seen, she would be thrown straight into jail and tried for murder. "I didn’t think about that," she finally says, seeming to deflate. "I don’t suppose you have some special hideaway somewhere far away from here?" At first, it sounds like she is joking, but soon I realize that she is being serious. "Is there no one out there that you can trust?" "No," she responds, her sad smile returning. "The only person in this world that you can trust is yourself. Even those that you think you can allow in will end up disappointing and hurting you."

Nobody actually cares anyway. "Oh yeah, I do like children. They remind me of the innocence I once had, before reality hit me over the head with depression," I said with a laugh, realizing just how true that statement is. I don't trust anyone anymore, not my best friend, Tyler, nor Brianna. I thought about my sister, my parents. First time I thought about them in a while. But, with the recent events, I trusted no one. Not even myself.