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The air in the shed grew thick with tension as Bruce hovered over Timothy, his knife dripping with blood. Timothy was sprawled on the ground, his injured shoulder clutched in his hand.

“Oh, God!” I screamed, though it was muffled through the tape.

Bruce’s face contorted with a mix of anger and desperation as he tried to process the turn of events. It was clearly far more than he had anticipated. After a few seconds, he was marching toward me.

He leaned over me and spoke through gritted teeth, “Shut up, Evie! Just shut up so I can think!”

I bit my lip, attempting to mute my cries as he began pacing the room. He began ranting to himself, waving the knife menacingly. I flinched with every wild gesture.

I looked back at Timothy, and to my surprise, he was struggling to his feet. He used his uninjured arm to support himself on the wall as he stood. Bruce’s attention too fixed on his rant that he failed to notice Timothy’s attempt to stand back up.

“Fuck- This is your fault!” Bruce hissed, pointing a finger at me.

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Taking advantage of the distraction, Timothy steadied his breath and slowly approached Bruce from behind. Every movement was agony, but he continued forward.

Right at that moment, Bruce turned his attention back to Timothy, and his eyes. widned in shock. “What the hell?”

Timothy gritted his teeth. “I swear, if you lay a finger on her…”

Bruce laughed coldly. “She belongs to me now. Besides, don’t act like you care

now!”

“I do care!” Timothy shouted unexpectedly.

Bruce lifted an eyebrow, tapping his chin with the tip of the knife. It left streaks of blood on his messy beard. “Oh, really? How’s that motorcycle treating you?”

“I made mistakes in the past,” Timothy admitted, his voice steady. “But I’ve changed, and I deeply regret how I treated Evie.”

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Bruce scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Changed, huh? That’s hard to believe. I still your face plastered on the news with a new bitch on your arm every

week.”

Those are just the tabloids being messy,” Timothy replied earnestly. “I care about Evie, and i want to make things right.”

Bruce’s eyes narrowed, and a cruel smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. “Well, we’re not so easily fooled. In fact, if it weren’t for your little public trial, I wouldn’t have found her.”

Timothy turned his gaze to me, “I know,” Timothy said, his voice wavering. “But that won’t stop me from protecting her, regardless how what’s happened between

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bitterly. “Protect her?

and onto the floor, leaving a trail behind him. I

moment.

past mistakes define me,” Timothy said

person, for Evie and

head,

just waltz back into her life and play the hero? It’s a little too late

took a step forward, meeting Bruce’s gaze with determination. “I’m not playing games with you. I won’t let you hurt

he took a step closer to Timothy. “And what are you. going to do about it? I

this one.”

make his next move. With a burst of adrenaline, he lunged at Bruce, sending him crashing” to the floor. The knife slipped

was animalistic, kicking and screaming at Timothy pinned him down. Their struggle was fierce, and Timothy resolved to punching Bruce in the face. Despite his determination,

Bruce took advantage of

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Timothy’s shoulder. However, Timothy’s focus was unwavering. The room echoed with the sounds of punches landing and

one powerful blow sent Bruce crashing to the ground. His swollen eyes. were sealed shut and a groan escaped his busted lips. He lay there,

rolled. over like a weightless doll. Timothy was breathing heavily, his hands still trembling from the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

to me, and I couldn’t help but shiver under the intensity of his stare.

his voice gentle as he reached for the ropes that bound my

certain level of turmoil in his gaze, the battle between his past and his present that Bruce had callously enticed. I wasn’t too sure myself if the old Timothy

took the knife at my feet and began working on the ropes. Within a few cuts, I was freed. I felt compelled to reach out and touch his

“Thank you,” I whispered.

anyone hurt you, ever again,” he vowed, his voice filled with determination. “Not

promise,” I

grin, but that was quickly wiped away by the pained expression that took over his face. He fell to one

support.

check Timothy’s wound. At the feeling of thick,

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beneath my fingertips. I couldn’t help but retract my fingers. A sigh escaped. my lips as crimson liquid trickled down

is getting worse,” I said. “We need to

but as he tried to stand, his body betrayed him

heart raced as I knelt beside him.

repeated, though his face had turned pale, and sweat beaded on

I had left, I managed to haul Timothy

which obscured my vision of the

to go.

fluttered open as his name.

a word, he pointed at the thin, dark trail to his right. I huffed, mentally

us as we made our way through the muddy trail. Timothy was slowly becoming less stable, his feet dragging on