Romans & histoires It's Not My Fault Book

“I’m not… I didn’t…” “You didn’t what?” “It wasn’t my fault. I didn’t mean for them to die.”

echoed. “Well...damn. I didn’t know that.” “Of course you didn’t. You wanted me to fail miserably and be highly embarrassed, and guess what? Your plan worked and now Gary is an asshole and you’re a bigger one!” “Hold up. How the hell is that my fault? I didn’t know you wrote a stupid note to him and put it in your textbook. You can’t blame me for that shit. You can’t keep blaming me for all the wrong things that happen in your life.”

“Nobody has enough as it is, and he was giving more than he could to the two of you.” I stared into the flames. For a moment, I wished they would set me alight. It would hurt less than this. Sucking in a slow, wet breath, I turned to look at Caleb. He stared back helplessly. “I’m sorry,” he said, and then, “It’s not your fault.” My brows drew together sharply. How dare he? To even say it wasn’t my fault was to insinuate that it could be construed as such. “I know it isn’t. It’s yours.”

I said before my eyes locked into Jacqueline's that beamed with pride and that smile. **** "It took alot of bravery and painkillers to do this but I'm calling out every person, out there. Like me or like my friend. I'm calling you out to do the same-" "Because sexual assault messes with you in more than just one way and I'm telling you what I struggled to believe in myself all these years-" "That it is not your fault. It is not your fault. Or it is not because you did something or felt you deserve it. Because it is not your fault. And you are not the cause"

He almost died while trying to save me and it was all my fault. “No baby, it’s not your fault.” Cross whispered to me as if he had read my thoughts. “It’s all my fault! If I had just listened to you guys then none of what happened would have happened,” I sobbed. It was really my fault and there was no sugarcoating it. “It’s not your fault and I won’t let you blame yourself.”

I wasn’t too sure if he had said that intentionally aimed at me or not, but it still packed a massive punch. I found myself looking down at the baby blue hiking boots Jeremy had given me last Christmas, clenching my jaw I was finding it really difficult to remember a time that wasn’t tainted with what’s going on right now. Fiddling with my fingers before me I merely sighed, “It’s not my fault,” I whispered. Furrowing his brows he titled his head sideways as he eyed me curiously, “What isn’t?” “What I am, you know it’s not my fault that I turned out to be something other than human. I couldn’t even remember it so how could I have known.”

"I know this is something hard and terrible for you to process, but I am here, okay?" "Lucas is gone. And it's because of me." My voice was dead. "Yes, gone because of me. It's all my fault. Terrible things happen to people because of me and it hurts that I can't even control it!" "Scarlett," He said softly as he looked down at me. "I don't want you to ever think it's your fault that bad things are happening to you. You are only surrounded by terrible people and people who choose not to see you for who you are, okay? You are not bad luck. You only need to be away from the people who make you feel this way."

right into Glen's bed. When she couldn't reach me later, she started playing the sympathy card. One day she'd be drunk, the next day in some minor car accident. Once, after she drank herself into a stomach bleed, Glen even texted me. He said I had ruined Rhea and asked if I was finally happy now. What did I do when I got that message? Right. I just scoffed and deleted the photo. I ruined her? Please. It was just karma doing its thing. Funny how people didn't like it when their bad deeds caught up to them.

"Eve, I'm sorry for missing our date. Regardless of my excuse, you must have waited a long, long time for me. That's my fault. To be honest, I knew it was you the moment you added me with your anonymous account. That's because I've seen you logging into that account in the library. "I was surprised when you asked me if I'd like to have that kind of video chat with you. It was hard to imagine you doing something like that because you seemed so well-behaved. I couldn't help but feel happy when I learned that I was the first person you asked to do it. I knew you weren't a girl who often found pleasure using such methods. You only did it to find out how I felt about you."

"It's not your fault that I didn't raise you well..." Wait, what! "It's my fault. It's my fault I raised you badly. It's my fault I didn't raise you to be a decent woman with self-respect. It's my fault that you... You dared to do something so immoral not caring how it would affect those around you. It's my fault you turned out to be an indecent loose woman. I failed your mother! I failed her for raising a bad daughter! I failed her for raising a slut! It's my fault! "