Not My Fault Book Novels & Stories

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.

She doesn't speak, she just notes something down in her book. "Do you think you're at fault?" I think about her question deeply in the first few seconds that followed her question. "I do not. I also do." She raises a brow at me and leans further into her seat. It's where I'm supposed to be sitting but I like being able to wheel myself away from the room when I don't feel like talking.

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.

I can’t bear the agony of it. No! Never! No! It will never be my fault. No, it’s not me! Not me...

Damian gave my advice then looked at the numbers on the screen, that was all there was. I then looked at the numbers again. "How much time do we have left?" “Nothing, we've even crossed the time limit. And the temperature in this room is freezing me even more!” “Shit, this is all because of you. What an annoying bastard!” I blamed Damian “Why is it my fault?”

Her brother was in trouble and it was partially her fault . " Its not your fault " said Kyle very quietly as if he knew what was going in her mind " When someone harms you because of their own vindictive ego and pleasure , its not your fault when you feel the pain ." " But it all started because of me " said Chelsea softly still staring at the flowing stream " If you keep blaming yourself like this you will never be able to understand why - the problems come your way . You might be the cause of this incident but its not your fault - its your responsibility " said Kyle sagely .

In South Africa, at Durban Correctional Services, Paula Cage and Sloane Ball were tormented endlessly by Dolly and her lackeys. She blamed them for destroying her life and her parents’ lives. Paula tried to reason with her, to no avail. She told her that it was her fault that her sentence was extended. If she hadn’t tried to frame Mrs Ferguson, her life would be different. Also, her father would not be lying in a public hospital fighting for his life.

And that’s going to haunt me for a long, long time. “Don’t be so hard on yourself,” his free hand comes over to squeeze mine gently, and I let him. “It wasn’t your fault.” “Wasn’t it?” I can’t help but silently snap back, angry at myself. “I hired those people. I trusted them with my and my son’s safety. But they turned out to be such a huge disappointment. It was I who failed, not them. Even with all the money and power in the world, I couldn’t protect my son. How can it not be my fault?”

Did he ever miss me? “Mia, it's not his fault,” Sylvia tried to explain. “Of course, it's not his fault!” I mocked, looking at her. “It's not your fault you hid the truth from me, it's not his fault he didn't even try looking for me all my life. Who's fault is it? It's mine! It's mine that I even exist!” I became a mess as continuous tears flowed out of my eyes. I wasn't able to stop them. “It's my fault that I'm so unlucky that no one ever wants me! It's my fault that I'm just a burden and everyone has ever just used me for their own benefit, until I come in handy! It's all my fault!” Christian was quick to take me in his hold as his arms embraced me in a hug.

I nodded, barely registering the information as I held onto my mother's hand, willing her to wake up. Noah stood by my side, silently offering his support as the doctor continued to speak. He asked if we had any questions, and I shook my head, unable to speak through my tears. The doctor left the room, giving us some privacy, and Noah took my other hand, offering me a tissue from his pocket. I buried my face in my hands, willing the tears to stop. "It's all my fault." I whispered. "No Eliana, don't say that." He said."It's not your fault. Accidents happen, and we can't always control them." Noah's were true but I still couldn't shake off the guilt that weighed heavily on my chest.