The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 38

As soon as I stepped into the apartment, a shard of glass shattered beneath my shoe. I looked down and saw that it had belonged to the large lamp that had been on the small table near the door.

“What on Earth!” I stumbled inside, almost tripping over the debris on the floor. I heard a set of keys jingling behind me and whipped around, my senses on high

alert.

Aria was standing in the doorway, gawking at the display. Her eyes met mine, wide and perplexed.

“I just got back from work…” she said softly, taking it all in. Her eyes scanned the room and her face twisted up. “What the hell happened here?”

“Someone broke in!” I shouted, rushing toward her. There was broken glass everywhere. The photos on the wall had been knocked down, leaving trails of wood chips and torn paper.

The couch had been slashed and the cotton was spilling from every own slit. Like everything else, the kitchen was in shambles. There wasn’t a piece of dishware that didn’t look shattered.

Aria took hold of my arms and clung to my side, fortunately more alert than before. Her wide eyes darted across the room. “Who could’ve done this?”

I already knew the answer to that. “He just won’t give up.”

Aria narrowed her eyes. “Who’s ‘he? You know who did this?”

I bit

my lip and looked to the side. “I just assumed it was a man that did this,” I said, and she looked far from convinced.

“You said he won’t give up,” Aria pointed out. “Which implies that there have been other instances. Who is he?”

When it looked like she wasn’t giving up any time soon, I sighed and plopped down on my bed. Aria sat beside me. I didn’t catch her being serious all too often, but she was at her scariest when she was.

“I think it might have been Bruce,” I said carefully, unable to meet her gaze. “He’d been sending me texts for a while, but I didn’t think he’d

go this far.

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Aria stood abruptly, her hands clenched into fists. “Bruce? As in the Bruce, the scum bag that calls himself your family!?!”

I nodded weakly and she slapped a hand on her forehead, turning away.

“How could I not have known?? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want you to freak out!” I said, my voice cracking with the onset of tears. “Hell, I was freaking out so much, and I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t even

hear from

the whole room with a wave of her arm. “Well, he’s made his return

return was the last thing I needed, and he made it evident in the most destructive way possible. It felt

took out her phone and I grabbed her wrist

“What are you doing?”

hand away and frowned at me. “Calling the police, obviously. Whatever you

to her ear. It took a few rings before the operator was

of the

just from leaving a letter. I guess he figured one

into the room and stopped with. her hands on her

and wiped

she sighed and sat beside me. She rubbed my arm and pulled the hair away

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now.” She pulled my head into her lap and started running her fingers through my hair. My sobs grew louder,

room and sat me down on the couch before answering

is Officer Hills. We got a call

that

took note

you know if this person was after something?” asked Officer Hills. “Any

“Evie, you might have to answer this

and I shrunk into the couch, wishing I could just disappear. I pulled my knees to my chest and shook my head. “Nothing valuable.

before?” asked Brody.

the first time he’s done this,” I

then looked around the room. Hills offered

her that incriminates him. It might be in your best interest to consider moving somewhere safer anyway. This part

but scoff at her

you can stay for now? Somewhere

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friend near here. He wouldn’t mind if

front door and looked back at Aria and me. “We’ll bring this info down to the station, see if we can get

a tuft of cotton

She pulled out a suitcase and slammed it onto the hallway floor before heading

on,” she said, practically out of breath. “We

out of the question. At a sloth’s pace, I removed myself from the couch and shuffled to my room to gather my things. Three days‘ worth of clothes seemed like enough, but Aria was stuffing her suitcase like she

Since she was still far from sobriety, she let me drive all the way to Lucas‘ apartment. He lived in a much finer place, which had a gate

luggage and hit the call button to Lucas‘ apartment. As late as it was, I didn’t expect him to answer. However, after a few seconds, he

he