"Emma took a drink and handed the bottle back to me, she looked beyond me to the embers of the fire out at Sam and Paul. “You can’t trust either of them.”
I didn’t sip that time, I took a long pull on the bottle. “I can’t trust anyone.”
We sat like that, looking at one another for a few minutes in silence before she spoke up. “I don’t think any of us can, we never could.”
There was a wisdom to Emma’s words, the kind that comes with years that she simply didn’t have. Before the world went to shit I always assumed that wisdom came with age, but I’ve learned since then that just like not getting enough food ages the body, abuse ages the soul.
That or I was still busy making excuses for wanting to continue to screw the girl sitting next to me, smiling her fake smile and pushing her tits out at me as she reached for the bottle."