#false trust

[shfhnaksi]

sometimes when you trust someone and they know you trust them they’ll take advantage of your trust and go behind your back

[secrettheorist]

Hey! 20. "How can you even trust me after what I did!?" From Sentence Prompts.

Sorry it took so long I’ve had a complete writer’s block lately.

It was a simple enough question; he just couldn’t wrap hismind around it.  How could he trustsomeone that had basically destroyed almost everything he cared about? Familywas the only thing that crossed his mind. Some blood-lines are too thick tobreak, and when it came to family, most would do anything for you. He said hewanted out, that he needed out, then proceededto tell me of a plan that would change the fate of everything, but then he saidthat word that made me question him. Trust. That word that could get somepeople in a lot of trouble, a  word like that is like peer pressure on steroids, and withit, people follow blindly into situations that they have no idea about. He madesure I was listening when he asked again.

“I know what I did, and I’m sorry but I need you to help me.I need you to trust that I’m serious about this.”

He looked at him when he mentioned the word serious. Hecould see the panic on his face, the terror. He knew that he was telling the truth,so he nodded, “Okay.”

His eyes squinted as he shook his head slightly trying tosee if he heard things right, “What did you say?”

“I said okay. I’ll help you.”

He when to speak but he hesitated, it was obvious he thoughtthere would be an argument about it.

“But— h-how can you even trust me after what I did?”

He smiled as though he wasn’t really taking this asseriously as he should, “Oh I definitely don’t trust you, but you do need myhelp.”

He took a step back like he was just slapped across the face,“W-why?”

“You don’t get to ask me that, you don’t get to ask or sayanything else. You came to me for help and I will help, but I will not tell youhow or why I am going to help.”

He could see the sadness when flash across his face when his brother had remembered what he had done, all the lives he’s taken. He knew he had single-handilypulled this family apart. He figured at first he might not have worried aboutit, but now, now he did. Asking to be walked through the details again, heformulated a plan in in his head. No way in hell was his brother going to know what he was going to do, but he knew one thing, he might finally get his revenge.

[why-am-i--still-here]

Crossed the line (part 3)

"Fine Then" Those are the words that officially ended the friendship. But they weren’t mine. I began the end of the friendship but you ended it. It’s done Now I have to find someone else to fight with and to tell me what I should paint my nails about. I said sorry about being mean to you and you said ok.

[why-am-i--still-here]

Crossed the Line(part 1)

I used to think that the one thing I hated the most the most is when people don’t reply. Like on Facebook, Texting, Snap chat , etc. The second thing that I hated me the most is when people used that “Cx” face. I really hate that. But today something changed and I learned that the thing that I hated the most is when people don’t keep secrets. I’m not a very sharing person and if I tell you a secret you, better feel fucking special because I rarely do that. The thing about some secrets is that they are not meant to be kept. But this one was. I trusted you. I thought “you know this will never come up in conversation”  but apparently I was wrong. I told you not to tell her because she would hate me if you did. I don’t know if she does. And she might not. That’s not the point though.  The point is I trusted you and that was wrong. I don’t think I’ll ever trust you again. Let alone speak to you. If you ever find this, I won’t care. Because I hope you find this and I hope you know how mad I am at you. I hope you know how sacred my secrets are even if they are little secrets. They still mean a lot to me. I know you said sorry. I just hope you know it going to take a lot more for me to forgive you. I’m usually a very forgiving person. You should have figured this out if you read the first sentences because you have done both. But if you break a glass cup and tell it you’re sorry, it doesn’t get put back together.  Even if it’s a “magic cup”. If she does hate me, it’s not your fault.  It’s mine for thinking I could trust you

[full-of-win]

Where is your trust?

"Woe to the rebellious children," says the Lord, "Who take counsel, but not of Me, and who devise plans, but not of My Spirit, that they may add sin to sin; who walk to go down to Egypt, and have not asked My advice, to strengthen themselves in the strength of Pharaoh, and to trust in the shadow of Egypt! Therefore the strength of Pharaoh shall be your shame, and trust in the shadow of Egypt shall be your humiliation. For his princes were at Zoan, and his ambassadors came to Hanes. They were all ashamed of a people who could not benefit them, or be help or benefit, but a shame and also a reproach."

--Isaiah 30:1-5

Who or what is your Egypt?