If Only I Had Told Her Novels & Stories

"The girl, is she the one you tell us about?" "Yes," "God, if you didn't tell me, I would never have known," She replied. I heaved a sigh.

she said with " I....he......" I said nervously not knowing if I can truly trust her "It's okay if you don't feel comfortable telling me what happened" I took a deep breath, I wasn't sure if I should tell her but it felt good to have someone willing to listen to me and before I could think more of it I told her everything in one breath "Kina kina!" I called out as I waited for a reaction from her but got none ".....you're not saying anything"

If only she knew the type of a person he was. If only she could turn back the hands of time, she would. If only wishes were horses but it was never going to happen. She was stuck with him forever and she had absolutely no one to blame, but herself. No one else. Momentarily, she shut her eyes and when she reopened them, she spoke with a clear and unaffected voice. "I was on phone with my friend, Khadijah." She responded, tersely. She fathomed there was no point in being verbose with him - He was not worth it and moreover, it was useless.

“Look, I'm sorry I was so tough on you. But you should have told me about it from the first day, I wouldn't have been caught off guard like that.” Yessss!I felt like letting out a shout of victory but I held it in. I wasn't about to blow my cover. I just couldn't believe my plan had worked. So I thought up something to say before I succeeded in planning any atom of doubt in her. “Uhm… babe. I was going to tell you. It was just a matter of when. I know if you knew about it, it would break your heart and that was why I had decided to send you off to go shopping as well as lock you in your room.”

"If I had known… if I had known it would cost her life…" Her shoulders shook as she cried. "I would have never told her what I found."

The narrative kept growing as the day wore on. Not on purpose. It just broadened. I told another person that I had sought to safeguard her. That I had noticed the signs. “I told her not to count on someone who was preparing his life overseas,” I stated without hesitation. By the time I was finished, it sounded like I had been the hero she rejected. I made sure to note that things would have been better had she selected differently. “If she had chosen me, I would not have left her”. Saying that section seemed lovely.

I told her I couldn’t believe I had actually said that out loud. It was something I never planned to share with anyone. I just kept it buried and tried to deal with it on my own like I always did. I didn’t mean to say it, but she somehow got it out of me, it slipped and once it did, I couldn’t take it back. I was only ten, but I wasn’t stupid. I noticed everything and felt everything. I tried to give her grace and I told myself maybe she was just lonely. Maybe she was trying to feel okay again.

A sentence that shattered what little control she had left. "Because if you don't..." A pause. Then: "I'm going to tell him tonight."

What I wanted to tell her and what I actually said were not the same thing. I gave her the surface — the building, the people, Noah. I said his name carefully, as it might still be listening. I told her about the room. The restraint. The needle. I didn’t tell her how long I’d known something was wrong before tonight. I didn’t tell her how many chances I’d had to stop it earlier and chose not to because I needed one more piece, one more confirmation, one more layer of certainty. I didn’t tell her that someone else had already paid for that kind of patience.

At that moment I didn’t know if I should be honest with her and tell her that I already know about the news spreading around. “If this is about the new I*******m trend, then you don’t have anything to worry about because I've got it covered." Juliet could not hide the shock on her face when she heard what I said; she obviously was not expecting me to tell her something like that. I needed to let her know that I am very grateful to her for the moment of thinking about me.