Novel & Cerita Don't Blame The Player Blame The Game

“I don’t know what the fuck sort of game this is, but—” “Game?” I choke. “Are you kidding me? You think I wanted everyone to see me—” “That video painted you as a slut.” He lifts his shoulder and lets it fall. The anger is melting into indifference. “And how should I know? You were someone else over the summer. The girl I used to know. And now…” He shakes his head. “You’re doing to me what you did to Greyson.” I rear back. He’s got to be fucking kidding me. “You’re blaming me for… ruining your football career? I drank too much and someone took advantage of us in a vulnerable spot. That’s not my fault.”

“But Trenton lunged at me first. You don't expect me to just stand there and do nothing, right? If he hadn't hit me, then we wouldn't have fought like kids.” Of course... here we go. Blaming everyone but himself. The Alpha scoffed bitterly. “Now stop it, Tristan.” “Stop what, Father?” “You need to start taking responsibility for your actions instead of blaming others. If you hadn't provoked him by continually attacking him, then he wouldn't have lunged at you.” “I did not attack him, Father. I was only playing. Enjoying the game.” “That was far from playing, Tristan. That was attacking him. I watched the full clip, you know!”

Blood runs cold in my veins. “What are you doing?” I hiss, and she props her chin on her palm, her elbow on the table. “This game is called the blame game,” she says. Then she winks at me.

DEENA'S POV I was informed that Ex-Factor has issued an official apology on all of their social media platforms regarding some technicality problems. The director also personally apologized to me, admitting that after an investigation, the staff in-charge of the game did not thoroughly check the safety of the players. I accepted his apology and I heard he also apologized to Trenton, but the latter is still pissed and disappointed with the production team. That same day, they fixed the platform and added safety measures. The game continued, although Trent and I were automatically eliminated because of my injury. We were neither winners nor losers, so we won't receive the reward or the punishm

Because the truth is, I'm not the villain of this story. I'm just a man who's paying back th e debt I owe. So don't blame me. Blame her.

I snap, before I can consider how the Alpha might take my words. “Can you really blame me for wanting to keep things simple in the face of all that? If we lose focus for even a moment, this could all fall apart.” He stops dead in his tracks, and I can see a great wall of guilt slam into him. I know he’s not focusing on my logic, but on the blame I’ve basically just foisted upon him. “Wait… that came out wrong.” I try to backtrack. “Damian, I didn’t mean that any of this is your fault –”

All those times I let him do things for me and all those times they ended up failing. “You are blaming yourself again. I told you not to do that. Boy if you don’t stop blaming yourself. I will smack you. I told you because I wanted you to fix things not because I wanted you to blame yours. You are king. You have all the materials you need to catch every one of them. All of them. Now stop acting like you don’t got the power to fix all the wrong and start fixing things.”

He deserved nothing good. How could his daughter blame herself for something that wasn’t her fault, something that she knew nothing about? He found his feet stepping forward as his eyes fell on Bree who had her head lowered as tears streamed down her cheek. He dropped the book in the closet and brought his attention to Bree. “It’s fine, don’t blame yourself, okay?” The mother and daughter were fond of blaming themselves for situations that had nothing to do with them. They found themselves overthinking almost all the time.

“Why are you blaming me for this?” “Who else are we supposed to blame? The opponent’s mid came at us 12 times within eight minutes, and you couldn't even outfarm them or take down one single turret. What’s the point of having you on our team?” “My forte is farming. Didn’t I kill their mid at a later stage?” “What’s the point of that? We didn’t have enough gold in the bot lane to defeat them!” “Losing the bot lane is your problem. It has nothing to do with me. You can’t point fingers at someone else for your defeat.”

She was almost crying she was so upset. “Beating me up or even killing me won’t stop the war that is inside of you. You will simply find someone else to blame it on as you blamed it on Kelly or Amber or anyone else that was in your line of sight at any given moment. The blame game is simply that. It’s a game. You can’t win that game by constantly blaming others for what is inside of you. It’s not our war, Lucy. It’s yours.” “No…you did this to me.”