I Never Meant To Hurt You Novels & Stories

I reached out to touch her. She pulled away from me, her eyes brimming with tears and anger. Unease swept through me. It was never my intention to hurt her, but why do I feel like I'm making things worse? "I never meant to hurt you," I rasped. "I'm trying—" "Try harder," she snapped in a harsh voice. "Because I'm done pretending that this... whatever this is... doesn't feel like a lie." She turned on her heel and stormed out of the house.

“Please… You are hurting me.” His arms flew away from my shoulders as if burnt, a look of guilt marring his handsome features, “ I’m sorry Celene. I didn't mean to hurt you. It's just I want us to be together and I'm doing everything I can to do it. But you won't even let me explain. It's not fair on me.”

But then her expression hardened, her jaw setting in a familiar stubborn line. "I'm not asking for your forgiveness, Ivy," Irene said, her voice cold. "I'm just asking you to understand." "Trauma doesn't give you the right to hurt me, Irene," Ivy spat. "I was traumatized; it wasn't just you. Yes, trauma is unfair, but you have to own up to your actions. There’s no excuse for hurting others. It's your duty to acknowledge the pain you've caused, and to make amends." Ivy's eyes locked onto Irene's, her gaze unwavering. "Anything less is just cowardice."

It was her declaring that she had moved beyond needing me in the first place. I felt my chest ache. “Laura, I… I didn’t mean to hurt you,” I said, my voice faltering. “I just...” “You didn’t mean to hurt me?” she interrupted sharply, leaning forward now, eyes blazing. “Do you even hear yourself? You walked away. You left me. You destroyed my trust. And now you want me to feel sorry for you?”

I want to be free of you, Isaiah. Oh God, I can't believe I actually said that to him. What was I thinking?! “I didn’t mean to hurt you that night,” I said quietly. “I… I didn't mean what I said.” “I know, baby girl,” He hummed, running his fingers soothingly over my scalp. “You were hurting,” “I'm always hurting,” I murmured, sighing when he began rinsing my hair. “How long?” He asked. “What?” “For how long did that bastard touch you?”

“I’m… sorry.” She stares up at me and for the first time I can't read what she's thinking. I can't read the expression on her face. “I didn't mean to hurt you, it's just… you make me feel… things. You're quickly unravelling every barrier I’ve ever created. It's strange and aggregating and I couldn't handle it and because of that I intentionally hurt you.” I say and so softly that I don't even recognize my own voice, holding her face in my hands so gently, she's so tender and delicate and feels right against my touch.

Liam tugs on my pant leg, recalling my attention. I crouch down to his level, meeting his eyes. “That’s not something you need to worry about, baby.” I tell him. “Sometimes when people feel hurt, they want other people to hurt too. So they say mean things. But none of it has anything to do with you. Do you understand?” “Yes, Mama.” He nods. “Good.” I lean in and kiss his forehead. “Let’s get you fed.”

I've woken up so many times with my body scratched, bruised, with no explanation. They said it was all in my head. They said I was doing it myself. But there was a moment when even I doubted my own sanity. And that's how I spent years in and out of hospitals, trying to suffocate my mind with medication. I swallow, my voice coming out in a fragile whisper: - She hurt me. The man stares at me with deep regret. - Because you allowed it. My heart almost stops. - It was never our intention to hurt, but... When we're hurt, we tend to hurt others.

"Oh, great. You get to have the guy and cry too." "I never meant to hurt you, Ava. That is the last thing in the universe I would want for you," I managed. "And I tried to tell you... When I realized it had happened, I tried. I really did but I was so afraid of what you would think of me."

I said feeling hurt of what she just said, I know what she meant by that, that I’m in love with someone that doesn’t feel the same way I do. “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to hurt you, you know that” she said holding my hand, “then what did you mean?” I asked, she shook her head, “I didn’t mean anything, you know how it feels like, to like someone knowing well it will never happen” she said, hugging me, even though her words hurt, I know how true they were, because I have to wake up with this fact every day.