Sookie couldn't recoil fast enough away from Alcide. She immediately felt guilty for that too, so she stopped walking away. That was the least she could do, even though just her knee jerk reactions, and the fact she was still lingering was bringing her intense amounts of embarrassment and frustration with herself. She wanted help, and she wanted some comfort and peace in the worst way, but she had already established she hadn't earned it.
She shoved both of her hands through her hair and squeezed some tears out of the way so she could look at Alcide as clear as she could, still trying to wrestle an oncoming sob into submission. "Nothing I didn't deserve."
She winced, having hurt herself with her own words. They were true, but it wasn't like she ever had to say them out loud. She was just fanning the fire, but she couldn't fucking stop. "Alcide? Why do you bother? Why do you even bother with me? I know I hurt you. I'm sorry that I did but-" Was that even true? Was she even sorry? She regretted that Alcide was hurt by Debbie's death, but she couldn't even say that she'd take it back if she could. Not for what she did to Tara. Sookie's breathing was uneven as she tried to fight off all the emotions that were hitting her like a freight train, but every time she thought back to the look Eric gave her before he left, it only made her want to cry harder.