Beg You to Trust Me (Lindon U, #2)

by B. Celeste

After all, every choice you make is what makes you who you are as a person. And it’s not just the decisions you’re making that shape you, but the consequences that come with them.

When you spend a long time wondering where you fit in, you hold on a little tighter to the people who make you feel like the perfect sized puzzle piece in their jigsaw puzzle.

“I’ve always had social anxiety. It used to take me at least twenty minutes to prepare myself for a phone call. My sisters would tease me for asking our mother to make doctor’s appointments for me, but they’re not like me. Going out, being able to talk to whoever, isn’t easy for me. My chest gets tight, and I start feeling like I’m going to hyperventilate.” It’s embarrassing to admit, but I find myself going on because he’s listening to me without one ounce of judgement on his face. “I was hoping I could reinvent myself here where nobody knew me. I could be anybody I wanted. A girl with any color hair, who wore whatever she wanted, and did whatever she felt like. I could be quiet or loud or introverted or extroverted because I didn’t think people would care. College was supposed to be different. I was supposed to be different.” But maybe I’m too different now. Shaped by all the wrong choices.

I’ve already been claimed, even if the person who has me doesn’t know it yet.

“I’d do whatever Sky needed. All she has to do is ask.”

The move may be tiny, but the leap is big. And I’m diving headfirst after her.

“The more we try helping people, understanding them, the more we lose ourselves along the way.

“I’m begging you. I beg you to trust me. I beg you to believe that I would never lie to you. I wouldn’t hurt you. I’ll do anything to prove it. Fucking anything.”