Give a damn

by pinkie inkie

Melina, after being pretty much abandoned by her older brother, is all about keeping her reputation intact. but it gets hard with so much weight on her shoulders. Throw in some wolves, some imprinting, and blahblahblah. i hate summaries.. oc/jacob pairing

1. Prologue

Reputation.

A nine letter word that can make or break you. To some its everything. To some its another word in the dictonary. Some pretend it means nothing, when really they're dying for a secret passageway to an improvement.
and to the unlucky few, it's something that makes them cringe.

To me it was my life. when things got rough I knew I could count on that to withstand, and by no means was I going to let that , the only stable thing I had left , get fucked up.

Its simple really. I would cover up anything that might harm my reputation in any way. A double life I had forced myself to live.
But it wasn't always an act. My life really was perfect before. But now it's not, but only one person knows that. Me. And as far as I'm concerned it will stay that way.

Trust.

A five letter word. A word you have to handle with care. A feeling you have to use with caution.
Trust, in my eyes, was more of a sick game. Something someone can use to manipulate anything...anybody. And were all guilty of that crime. I was. I learned to be that way to be able to live, to be able to get what I need.
For instance, a nice looking girl comes in your store, buys a few small things, hands you some money and leaves, with a smile of course. Yeah, you know she left with the gum she bought and maybe some deorderant, but you don't know she left with her purse overflowing with toothpaste, asprin, and god knows what else. You trusted that innocent looking girl, and she took advantage of that.
by the way that girl is me.

But trust can be crueler than that.
A person you trusted with your life, with your heart, a person you looked to for advice and courage, can walk out on you. That person took advantage of your trust and your confidence you had in them that they would always be there and used it against you. Then after days of swearing they would come back, just to check up on you, that person will fail you again, forcing yourself to come to the reality of everything. Worst of all, come to the reality of everything, alone. That person...yeah that one is not me.

Welcome to my life...