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If there's one thing Trinity Santos knows about men, it's that they can, and will, take every opportunity they have to treat a woman like the scum of the earth, unworthy of even existing in their space, not unless they did things for them, cooked, cleaned, got them off with zero expectations of receiving anything in return, that's how men have always treated her, especially when she was younger and surrounded by men who just couldn't keep their hands to themselves, no matter how much she wished they would, so when on her first day interning in the pitt, she witnessed some odd behavior from Dr Langdon, she didn't hesitate to follow her gut, it was always right without fail, even when she didn't want it to be, and this time she really wished it wasn't, because now this man hated her even more than he already did, what with the whole screaming at her in front of everyone earlier thing, but she couldn't just stand by and watch him continue to put his patients, or himself(unfortunately) at risk, so she told someone, and then all hell broke loose, and she realized(not for the first time) that she was completely and utterly fucked.
It's not as if she hated Langdon or anything, he wasn't that bad, however that didn't mean that she would sit by and watch him self destruct, she tried to go to Garcia with her findings, she thought that maybe she would see where she as coming from, and talk to him about it herself, since they were friends, however that's not what happened, no instead what happened was Garcia calling her trouble, saying it with a hint of venom that stung more than it should have, considering she'd only just met the woman that day, but still she'd been called trouble her entire life, she was trouble for not getting straight A's, she was trouble for not doing her chores, or finishing her homework quick enough, she was trouble for "falsely accusing" what her parents called "the most outstanding citizen" they know, so that word had been engraved in her entire being, it was engraved in her soul, and unfortunately after a very bad night, it had also been engraved into her skin, a scar that reminded her of her past, one that hit the deepest depths of her being more often than not.
She absentmindedly rubbed the scar on her thigh, a cold sweat forming on her skin, and a prickly sensation running through her veins, as she talked herself off the metaphorical ledge she'd put herself on the moment that word left Garcia's mouth.
Trinity had never wanted to be anything but good, she tried desperately to be the best version of herself she could be, she knew that she could come off as arrogant, as mean, and sarcastic, but she just wanted to protect herself, she couldn't let anyone see how weak she truly was, so if that meant she had trouble with her peers then so be it, she'd been alone her whole life, and she'd continue being alone if it meant she could keep herself safe.
Trinity hadn't meant to grow close to anyone, least of all a man but huckleberry with his wet rat, kicked puppy look, need d a place to stay, and Trinity offered him a place immediately, she isn't as much of a bitch as people assume her to be, and huckleberry slowly wormed his way into heart, however she didn't let him see all parts of her, unfortunately some things were sacred, she still needed to keep up her facade otherwise all of this would have been for nothing, so she let him in, but not really she only let him see the parts of her that were easy, the parts that people could handle, that they wouldn't run from, because they knew how she was and got used to it.
Unfortunately for Trinity sometimes no matter how much you bury your past, keep it hidden and away from prying eyes, some secrets just have a way of getting out, and isn't that just fucking perfect.