The Hockey Star’s Remorse

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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

dripping down his fingertips and onto the floor, leaving a trail behind him. I

moment.

define me,” Timothy said firmly. “I want to be

person, for Evie

his head,

You think you can just waltz back into her life and play the hero?

forward, meeting Bruce’s gaze with determination. “I’m not playing games

going to do about it? I don’t accept dick as compensation, so

this one.”

Timothy, knife in hand. Timothy decided to make his next move. With a burst of adrenaline, he lunged at Bruce, sending

struggle was fierce, and Timothy resolved to punching

advantage of the

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The room echoed with the sounds of punches landing

were sealed shut

doll. Timothy was breathing heavily, his hands

under the intensity of his stare. He moved to my side, his anger dissipating,

his voice gentle as he reached for the ropes that

in his gaze, the battle between his past and his present that Bruce had callously

began working on the ropes. Within a few cuts, I was freed. I

“Thank you,” I whispered.

his hands around mine. “I won’t let anyone hurt you, ever again,” he vowed, his voice filled

quite the promise,” I said, attempting to be

by the pained expression that took over his face. He fell to

support.

reached out to check Timothy’s wound. At the feeling

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my fingers. A sigh escaped. my lips as crimson liquid trickled down my

worse,” I said. “We need to get you

his body betrayed him and he fell onto

I knelt

face had turned pale, and sweat beaded on his forehead. “Just need

managed to haul Timothy up. I held him against

out into the pouring rain, which obscured my vision of the dense.

to go.

his eyes fluttered open

trail to his right. I huffed, mentally preparing myself

down in sheets, drenching us as we made our way through the muddy trail. Timothy was slowly becoming less stable, his feet dragging on the ground with every step. My own exhaustion and hunger weighed heavily on me, but I refused to let