Not all your fault.

(He entered the room only to find her sitting on the bed making him sigh out. At least she's still wrapped in the blanket. He placed the tray on the side table and took a seat on the bed beside.)

Mark: Anna finish the food, you need to take medicines after that.

( He said trying to grab the tray so he could place it in front of her but she grabbed his wrist making him stare at her.)

Anna: Don't do this. I don't deserve this.

(Mark frowned at her as she forced him to sit on the bed.)

Anna: I don't deserve your kindness. Jules told me everything. You were right. I'm responsible for everyone's pain. This is my fault. I am to be blamed for everything. If I hadn't done that in the first place everything would have been so different. I..I...i.

( She again burst into tears. Mark said nothing only stares at her. His hands turned into tight fists when she started talking about it again but what was frustrating him was not being scared of him. She didn't flinch or startle instead she was drowned in the oceans of regret to feel the bitter surface.)

Anna: I am sorry. I beg you to forgive me. I never wanted this to happen. I never wanted this I swear. I am sorry.

( She suddenly joined her hands in front of him bowing down her head in pure remorse.)

Anna: F..Forgive me. I. I beg you to forgive me. I am sorry. It's all my fault. it's all my fault. it's all.

Mark: IT'S NOT ALL YOUR FAULT GODDAMMIT. STOP SAYING IT!

(She gasped when Mark grabbed her arms and jerked her body towards him. Hearing his words her heart stopped.)

Mark Are you that fucking dumb to not see what the other people did is not your fault?

(Mark growled squeezing her arms in anger. He had no idea why he was so angry but he knew he was tired of her keeping on blaming the things that shit other people did on herself. Mark has never blamed Anna for the things other people did to Jules and him, obviously the cause is Anna but she never told the people to assault her sister.

Anna said nothing just staring into his flaming eyes with her wide bloodshot ones. Mark pulled her closer making her hold his biceps for support.)

Mark: Answer me Anna did you ask those bastards to ruin our business? Did you ask him to cause so much pain to Jules? Did you ask them to torture me? Did you ask them to assault my sister? Did you?

(Anna said nothing.)

Mark: Then how is it your fault? What that bastard did is on them. And you did is on you. I never blamed those for what you did. And I will never blame you for the shits that mother** did to us. Because it's not your fault.

(Her whimpers weren't stopping as tears kept on making their towards her pale cheeks.)

Mark: Don't think I'm trying to comfort you here. But I can't tolerate seeing you taking the blame for the shit they do. Indeed you are right. You are the root of everything but no one asked them to do the things they did.