Don't Blame The Player Blame The Game Novels & Stories

“Getting shot wasn't your fault. If anyone should be blamed today, it's the people who did this.” I wanted to believe him. I really did. But no matter how many times I replayed everything in my head, I still couldn't stop blaming myself. Gabriel pulled the chair closer before sitting down again. He leaned back carefully because of the bandage on his shoulder, but his eyes never left me. For the first time since I met him, I couldn't find even a small hint of sarcasm on his face. "You need to stop blaming yourself," he said calmly. "The people who did this planned everything. They didn't care who got hurt as long as they reached you."

He slowly removed his gaze from mine and faced Blake this time. “What if I had run after it instead of going back inside to continue playing my stupid video game?” His shoulders shook.“I blame myself every fucking day.” The words came out almost like a whisper before he finally broke down. “No… no, Lucian. Don’t say that.” I tightened my grip on his hands. Blake immediately left his couch and sat beside him.“Lucian,” he called softly. “You don’t need to blame yourself. It’ll only keep eating you up.” He paused.“But why did you wish you had followed the car? Your mum was with Mrs. Sinclair, right?”

Even after she cleaned it, fresh blood from her own broken skin kept smearing the surfaces dirty again. "It can't be… It can't be Willow. She's just upset with me. Once I clean everything up, she'll come back and see I wasn't scared. Then, she'll admit she pulled the prank." The next second, she shook her head violently. "No, it's my fault! I shouldn't have locked her in the washing machine! Why didn't she scream or struggle? Was she not in pain… "No, it's not my fault! It was she who was wrong first! She shouldn't have hurt Maple. If she hadn't done anything wrong, I wouldn't have punished her. She forced me into this!"

I whispered, brushing a tear from her cheek with my thumb, “I promise you this will never happen again. Not while I’m breathing. She looked at me with teary eyes and said. “What else? Everything is gone my peace, my life, my own precious blood:all gone. I blame myself for associating my bad luck with everyone else.” “No,” I cut in sharply but gently. “Do not blame yourself. Ever.” Her lip trembled. “But if I hadn’t…” “Jennifer.” I cupped her face in both hands. “The blame is on the people who planned this attack. Not you.”

“Are you going to blame me for a mistake that I fell victim to? Diana drugged me during my engagement party with Kabir. Stan was not in any way better. I swear I didn't premeditated it. But anyways, everyone has always blamed me for that incident that happened. Kabir blamed me, my supposed parents did worse than him and I was left alone in the cold. It's no surprise that even today, I'm still to be blamed. You can go on, say whatever you want, the truth never feels acceptable in the ears anyways” Sophia stuttered and stood up going into her room. When things go wrong, the woman is always at the receiving end getting bashed. But if a man does it, will he get so much blame and frowning?

They were certain that I accidentally hurt myself while trying to hurt Jenny. Ever since that day, any conflict between me and Jenny was automatically assumed to be my fault. It reached the point where, even when they went on a road trip with Jenny and the brakes malfunctioned, they were certain I must have done something to the car. I climbed up from the floor to try to treat my new wounds, only to hear my parents talking in their room. “So what if she pieces the trophy back together? We went too easy on her. “Fixing the trophy is just an excuse. I just don’t want her to interrupt Jenny and Jared’s time together. Do you want him and Charlie to get married?”

I said lazily, barely paying attention as I took down another opponent. Daniel scooted closer, watching in disbelief. "No, no, no, this doesn’t make sense. Have you played it before? Be honest!" "Nope." "Bella," he whined dramatically. "Do not lie to me. You’re playing like someone who spends sleepless nights practicing this! I feel betrayed!" "Maybe you’re just bad at it," I teased, not looking away from the screen. "Excuse you?! I am a legend at this game!" He placed a hand on his chest, feigning deep offense. "And yet, here you are, a so-called ‘beginner,’ completely destroying me. This is unfair. I demand a rematch!"

“All of you. It’s my fault that you aren’t working on your rugby career right now. I feel bad that I took that away from you, Jesse, Matt, Rain, and my brother Michael too.” I shook my head. “Lia, I won’t start driving until you agree that this isn’t your fault because it’s not. This is simply the cards life dealt us.” Lia was staring out the window, hopefully considering what I was saying. I didn’t want to be pushy, but she had to understand that this was not her fault. It was no one’s fault! If you wanted to blame anyone then you should blame fate. Fate was the one to blame. Fate was always fucking around in our lives, trying to fuck us over. I wished it could just leave us alone and it fi

“You-you don’t blame me?” “No, and you need to stop blaming yourself. The man responsible for this is whom I hold accountable. Grandpa told me he died from his injuries, and now his family has to suffer with the result of his choices. We all do—you included. But you are not to blame, and I need you to stop beating yourself up.”