The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 21

I woke with a yawn, squinting my eyes as the sun’s rays peeked through the thin curtains. I glanced over at the alarm clock and saw that it was only eight in the morning. It felt like I’d slept longer.

I threw my legs over the side of the bed and pressed my feet onto the floor. My ankle was still tender, but it wasn’t as bad as it had been yesterday. I was able to walk to my suitcase and gather some clothes for the day.

There was some ruffling on the other side of the room and I turned, stunned to see Timothy adjusting himself on the small couch. I blinked wildly, recalling last night’s turn of events.

It all seemed so distant, this dark memory lingering in the back of my mind. Timothy watching over me as I fell asleep made me feel a little less vulnerable.

“You’re up.”

I turned again, this time meeting Timothy’s warm gaze as he sat up and stretched his long body over the stiff couch. I felt bad that he’d had to curl himself up just to fit on it, but he didn’t seem too bothered as he smiled tiredly at me.

“How’d you sleep?” he asked.

I shrugged, still feeling the sleep tugging at my eyelids. “Fine. You?”

“Well enough.” He pulled away his blanket and stood up, getting another stretch in. “Did you want to head down for breakfast?”

Before I could respond, my stomach rumbled, and the obnoxious sound echoed throughout the room. It had effectively stunned me into silence once more, but Timothy snorted.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes.”

All I could do was nod, already feeling like I’d made things more difficult in the past 30 hours. We took the elevator down and I headed toward the breakfast buffet to look at the selection. The food looked pretty appetizing, hopefully well worth the money spent on it.

As I started stacking my plate with fresh fruit, I felt Timothy hovering awkwardly by my side. When I went over to the next booth to get eggs, he followed right

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for me to fill my plate

of his neck, “Are you really okay? I mean, your ankle seems fine, but you had

my bottom lip, trying my hardest not to meet his eyes. “It’s fine. I

to stress,” he said with a shrug. “And your boss wasn’t helping at all. Is he always

trip,” I stated. “And I’ve been having those attacks for

paused. “For a

faked a smile before walking away from the buffet line. I found a table by one of the windows, which overlooked the densest part of the forest. To my surprise, Timothy came

sit with me. I promise I’m okay,” I said quickly. He was so tall,

“I want to. You’re

eyes widened in surprise as he started munching on his toast. I couldn’t comprehend where he was coming from with

face.

to keep my pills close to me this

got home? Was he waiting for me there? He couldn’t possibly be waiting there with

her?

deep breath and shook my head, banishing those thoughts. Maybe I was thinking too deeply about this. I wasn’t exactly low profile at this point, having to deal with Timothy’s case, so any move he made would be

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and flushed them down with some water before gathering my suitcase and heading out the door. I met Timothy and the boss. downstairs in the lobby waiting for the bus. I kept my distance from them both, not favoring either interaction

way to the airport. It was about an hour wait before then, so Mr. Erickson and I

sorry that you didn’t get to finish the

me, his lips curling into a

Mr. Erickson and the fear started to leave his face. He looked between us, then started to smile meaningfully. It started to occur to me that maybe he knew Timothy

time to board the plane. We were back in first class, but there was no stewardess dripping over Timothy this time around. It seemed like it was going

“wonderful“, but I couldn’t understand what part of our trip had matched that description. I was constantly on edge throughout the whole

“Hey.”

drifting across the aisle. He was staring

way. You being good company,”

can drop the act. I’m pretty