Novel & Cerita It's Not My Fault Book

Theo snapped me out of my thoughts as he tried to get my attention. " You know your mum was wrong to give you that no matter what you did." Theo continued now realising I was listening to him. Wait was he saying that it wasn't my fault? I looked up at him with my tear stained cheeks in shock and confusion, why was he saying that this isn't my fault? Everything is my fault so why isn't he blaming me? “Why aren’t you blaming me?” I whispered looking forward as Theo continued to walk in steady strides.

I feel a sudden sadness for him as I feel that he blames himself. “Hey…do not be , it is not your fault” I try to reassure him. Nothing that had happened yesterday was his fault. “It is my fault – I should not have called them here yesterday , I should not of left you here alone with them as I know how they can get ticked off when drunk. If I was not here at the right moment , God knows what should have happened to you” he says.

No response “Melissa please look at me. Grabbing her chin between his thumb and index finger, he forced her to look at him, as he looked at her, he saw a tear rolling down her face. “Melissa darling, listen to me. My brother is an ass. He has never had a serious relationship, but this is different, it’s not your fault. Blake has this sickness, he has never been in love before. You’re this sweet, fun loving, brilliant, intelligent, sexy woman, you could be with any guy you want. Please treat yourself better than this. By all means cry, but when was the last time you slept? Or ate? Is he really worth getting sick over.” Letting go of her chin, Brock looked her in the eyes, Melissa felt as if h

I could hear the repairman whispering to the janitress. My hand was aching, and when I looked down to check on it, it was turning red and stinging from the hot coffee that had spilled on it. I returned to our workplace empty-handed. I feel like it's my fault once more, But I became tired of blaming myself for other people's faults and failures. It's never my fault when something goes wrong with them. It’s never your fault why Mrs. Glaiza was fired from her job. It’s never right to belittle someone just because they were higher than you. Humbleness is what makes the people kind and she weren’t.

“That’s not really the place you should go!” “Fatty, don’t blame yourself.” I tried to calm her down. I leave a gentle pat on her shoulder. “It was my fault. I didn’t read the paper you gave me first. I must have misplaced it and taken something else.” She was hesitant to meet my eyes. “We didn’t want what happened,”” I added, comforting her. It really wasn’t her fault. She doesn't need to feel bad. “Miss Zyah, are you sure that you misplaced it?”

I didn’t want to believe it was my fault, it wasn’t my fault Rye got into the accident either, right? But the truth was, it was my fault my mother had to raise a child on her own when she was still a child, it was my fault my father didn’t want me and he abandoned her. It was my fault that Derek died, if only I had done something — anything. And today, it was my freaking fault that Rye was fighting for her life. My heart clenched as my fingers moved faster against my skin, the pain dulled my senses and thoughts.

“Yeah. It wasn’t your fault. It was simply a case of wrong place, wrong timing and that’s an act of the universe. Not you.” I choked on a sob. “Even if it was your fault, no grief should be so great that you practically ignore your child. It was their choice to bring you into the world. No one deserves that kind of hate.” Jared opened the journal again in anger and flipped. “Your mum might’ve written that suicide note but she never intended for you to find it. Look…” He handed me the book. It was opened to a page I’d never seen before. “How have I never seen this before?”

“Speaking up was terrifying. Filing that report, facing the rumors, the backlash. I lost friends. I lost trust in people I thought would protect me. But I also found something I never expected support. Real support.” He glanced toward the front row, locking eyes with Chris. Then Daniel. “I had people who believed me. People who stood by me. And I learned that the shame wasn’t mine to carry. It never was.” There was a hush, a collective breath being held. Ryan’s voice softened. “I’m not telling you this for pity. I’m telling you because someone here might be holding something similar inside. And if that’s you… I want you to know: it’s not your fault. You are not alone. And it does get better.

I just lost him. And it's my fault. My fucking fault.