Don't Leave It's My Fault Novels & Stories

She says, over and over again. “ It's not your fault, it was an accident. '' I say. ''You also do not.” she whispers, catching me off guard.

Yes and it was Ron but as I have already told you it was not His fault that day I had ask him to leave because I was determined to come home myself and he was constantly telling me that he would drop me but I did not listen to him and even he was not aware that the place where I was waiting for the bus was a vacant area everything that happened was my fault and why are you putting someone else guilty for it

" You're angry, enranged even, I get that. You're frustrated, you want to do something, better yet kill. And not just anyone, that assh*le who did this to her. I get all of that, but we can't go back in time, you can't go back in time and undo things. It happened, it's already done." I wrap my arms around my knees and start rocking back and forth, trying to breathe but I can't. It's painful to breathe. " It was my fault, I shouldn't have left her alone." " No, it was not, it was not hers either but that psycho's. " He says, kneeling infront of me. " Look at me, look at me!" I look at him. " It is not your fault and I don't ever want to hear you blaming yourself ever again. "

If only he knew how much this was actually affecting me. "I don't want you to think it's your fault. What happened wasn't. I promise." Finally, he brought it up. For a moment there I thought I imagined it or maybe he had amnesia, he was using the "It's not you, it's me" line. As if, I knew exactly what I did and the next day he quit, how could it not he my fault? I planned it all along, I should be happy. I will be happy once he left.

It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault. one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five He was a monster. He was a monster. He was a monster. It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault. one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five It was Jasper’s fault.

"That's not true! You could have said no, you know?" "Well, I couldn't have. Every fibre of my being screamed for you to stay. It's not my fault if I fell in love with you. It's your fault if you didn't know it. It's your fault that I got caught. It's your fault that I became your prisoner. None of it is your fault. But that's not important anymore."

“I don’t know what to do.” Before Britney could answer, her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen and quickly answered. “Hello?” She listened for a moment, then her expression changed—her body tensed, and her eyes darted toward Anastasia. After a short exchange, Britney hung up and turned to them. “I’m so sorry, Anastasia,” she said urgently. “I have to go. It’s an emergency.” Anastasia wiped her face and nodded. “It’s okay, I understand.”

“It’s no one’s fault!” I shook my head, but he stood from his chair and limped over to me and hugged me. “It’s not your fault, anymore than it’s Scott’s or Tiff’s or Shirley’s or mine. It’s just something that happened, and there isn’t anything we can do to change it. You can’t keep blaming yourselves,” he said, looking at each of us. “It’s not your fault,” he whispered, tucking my head under his chin.

And that’s going to haunt me for a long, long time. “Don’t be so hard on yourself,” his free hand comes over to squeeze mine gently, and I let him. “It wasn’t your fault.” “Wasn’t it?” I can’t help but silently snap back, angry at myself. “I hired those people. I trusted them with my and my son’s safety. But they turned out to be such a huge disappointment. It was I who failed, not them. Even with all the money and power in the world, I couldn’t protect my son. How can it not be my fault?”

“I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to make you scared.” “You didn’t mean to get shot either,” I sniffled, trying to wipe my tears with my sleeve. “But you did, It was because of me , the whole time I was here, praying, hoping you’d wake up and… you did.” I smiled faintly, holding his hand against my cheek. “ It’s not your fault …Don’t say that “ Rue stared at me for a long moment, his eyes soft. “You really stayed here all through?” “Yes,” I said firmly. “Where else would I go? You think I could just leave you like that? No way.”