I gritted my teeth, but was silent for a long moment. He was right; I didn't have the faintest clue about what exactly trust was. How could I? Everyone I had ever known had betrayed me. 

Despite myself, I sullenly said, "Fine! We'll meet again later." I didn't meet his eyes as I spoke - he was already reading me far too easily. Instead, I got up and stalked out of the room. I needed some alone time - having someone pry into your innermost fears and weaknesses was exhausting. 

Without saying a word to anyone, I made for my room and shut the door behind me with a slam, immediately throwing myself onto the bed. After a moment, I slammed a fist against the mattress let out a hiss of rage. That guy had a lot of nerve to try to get into my head like that, even if it was his job! Why on earth had I agreed to meet with him again? There was no way I was stupid enough to actually fall for that trust nonsense... was there?