It's Not My Fault Book Novels & Stories

I will go to hell. Can a person make a mistake so great that it cannot be forgiven? I guess yes. I don't want to be burned. I don't want to fall forever, be dragged down forever. Forever - it's hard to imagine. There must be an end to suffering. I don't deserve this. “It's not all my fault!” I trusted him too. He said it would be fine. A kiss. A hand touch. A few more kisses. A few more touches. I do not know what to do. Do not know what to say. It's not all my fault!

“It was all my fault. It was all my fault, Lindy.” All those memories from that horrible night seemed like a nightmare that is returning back to life. It flashes right in front of my face and reminds me of how a useless asshole I am for even doing nothing that night. I wasn’t able to help her and our baby. They died because of me and it’s no one else’s fault but mine. “Milo… it wasn’t your fault.” I hear Lindy say. “No Lindy.” I pull my head up as I wipe my tears. “It is all my fault.”

But I knew he was lying, the little pause told me that immediately. "Is any of it my fault?" "Any of what?" "The rebellion? Luca? The cops? Us having to hide here? Is any of it my fault?" He knelt in front of me, gently placing his hands on my shoulders, "Listen to me, Raven, and pay some fucking attention. The bad things are not your fault. We've just been dealt a tough hand, that's all. "But..." "No buts." He interrupted "We've faced challenges together, and we'll overcome them together. It's normal, in the world I work in, in my fucking corner things like this are bound to happen, so don't fret okay?"

I didn’t respond; I was too busy thinking about what he said. Am I such a horrible person? I mean, none of what happened is really my fault. Or, well, kind of. A little bit. But the rest is not my fault. I didn’t mean to get pregnant. I didn’t even invite Julliette over, and I am paying for her hospital, so that’s not on me. And maybe I did try to get Malachi fired, but it’s just a fucking job. Not a big deal, either. But then why do I have this weird feeling in my stomach?

"You didn't know. You didn't know what was going to happen. Please don't blame yourself. It's not your fault. It's mine. It's my fault. If I had stayed at home and not went anywhere, maybe this wouldn't have happened." "It's not your fault. Don't say that." "But it is." "It's not." He said firmly. "You couldn't have known. That bastard deserves to be killed for even laying a finger on you. I will kill him with my bare hands if he ever gets close to you."

“This is not your fault. Do you hear me? You didn’t do this. They did.” Tears streamed down her cheeks. “If something happens…”

Bella wailed and replied, “I am in so much pain, but the nurse refused to give me strong painkillers.” Her mother held her hand and replied, “Sweetheart, the public hospital does have the strong painkillers that you had in the private hospital.” Bella looked at her mother coldly and said, “It’s all your fault, Mom. Why did you provoke Mr Earl? What were you thinking about airing our family’s dirty linen on social media? I will never forgive you for destroying my life. I don’t even want to look at you. I am ashamed to call you my mother.”

And all I can think is that it's my fault. All of it.

“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.

She apologizes yet again. “It’s not your fault, Mother. It was never your fault. I think this time, it’s my fault. I should’ve seen this coming. I should have known this sort of thing would happen to me.” Mother clasped her hand over mine, shaking her head softly “No, no, that’s not true. It’s never your fault baby. Never your fault. How would you have known this sort of thing would happen? It was never your fault so please don’t think that way.” Mother says and I smile, albeit bitterly.