Because I Cannot Hurt You Mga Nobela at Kwento

If I don’t, then I am just a stupid person. I knew my mind was fucked up right now so I started drinking as I went downstairs. But Hailey came down. “Hurt me,” she said. I thought that I didn’t hear. “Hm?” I asked. “Hurt me, but don’t drink. Please” I couldn’t believe she was asking me to hurt her? “Why do you think hurting you is any good?” I asked the most sensible question. “Because both of the things will help you keep your mind off... everything”

“Just here.” She sighed again. “I do not like this.” “I do not either,” I admitted. “Then come home,” she said. “I cannot,” I replied. “Why?” she asked. I closed my eyes. “Because if I do, everything will fall apart.” “For who?” she asked. “For me,” I said. “And for someone else?” she asked quietly. My heart pounded. “There is no one else,” I said quickly. She was silent for a long time. “Chloe,” she finally said. “If someone is hurting you, I will burn the world for you.”

“Baby, why aren’t you healing?” She opens her mouth and I expect the same screeching sounds I am used to hearing, but instead, I can understand her. “I can’t heal myself when the injuries are caused by you. Only you can heal my injuries. If you choose to punish me, I must suffer the injuries you give me.” What the fuck?

I'd rather be hurt than hurting you- "I don't like hurting you either." "Sandy. Just like you are apprehensive about us,I am too. I am a calm person,I rationalise before I speak. And I'm not in the habit of hurting anyone even during confrontations,unless my tongue overrules my brain,which is very rare.And there's no way I will hurt you, out of all people. Just like you have your own set of insecurities concerning us, I have mine too. You are you. It's hard for me to put across a sound argument when you're upset."

Something fragile. Something wounded. “She is scared “ I should let her go. I should say nothing. But I can’t. Because no matter how much she hates me—no matter how much I try to hate her back— I can’t let her go.

“You think that you’re so great just because you’re rich? Do you think that you can buy everything in this world just because you have money? Let me tell you, I don’t need any conditions. You will never be able to make up for the harm that you have done to me nor alleviate my hatred for you no matter what conditions you give me! “I hate you!”

I asked, needing to hear her say it. She was quiet for a long moment, thinking carefully. "Because…" she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "Because I know you won’t really hurt me." I didn’t move. I didn’t speak. I just stared at her, letting the words sink into every broken, twisted part of me. She wasn’t wrong. I could hurt others easily. Without remorse. Without thought. But her? Never. Not even if she begged me to. "You’re a smart girl," I said eventually, my voice rougher than I intended.

I stopped in my tracks as James crawled on his knees toward me, rubbing his hands together anxiously. "Everyone on the Internet is attacking me right now—I don't even dare to step outside. Please, help me out, will you? "Just clarify things online, tell everyone it was all a misunderstanding. If you won't do it for me, do it for our child!" His face lit up, as if he had just found his trump card. "That's right, the baby! Layla, you wouldn't want our child to grow up without a father, would you?"

"Why you did that with me? You said you will always stay with me........ I ..... can't .... live .... without ...... hik..... you ..... Please ......I can't ........ bear ..... this....pain.... it's like .... someone .... is .... cutting my heart in....... million pieces....... Please .... God ........ just kill ..... me." ..................

Why couldn't things be different? "I'm not one of you. I'll never be one of you," in a tone closer to a whisper I muttered, "and, I believe you. Call me crazy but I believe that you wouldn't hurt me that's why it's not me I'm worried about. I won't let you hurt Grace, my mom." Casting her eyes down, she mumbled, "If it hurts you, and I can tell that it would, then I'll never lay a finger on her."