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 her?

was dripping down his fingertips and onto the floor, leaving a

moment.

mistakes define me,” Timothy said firmly. “I want

for Evie

his head, a sneer on

You think you can just waltz back into her life and play the hero? It’s a little too

determination. “I’m not playing games with you. I won’t let you

took a step closer to Timothy. “And what are you. going

this one.”

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

and screaming at Timothy pinned him down. Their struggle was fierce, and Timothy resolved to punching Bruce in

Bruce took advantage of the opportunity, delivering

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unwavering. The room echoed with the sounds of punches landing and bones

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

heavily, his hands still trembling from the adrenaline coursing through his veins. The skin was torn from his knuckles from where they

shiver under the intensity of his stare. He moved to

you okay?” Timothy asked, his voice gentle as he reached

and his present that

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.

shoulders relaxed slightly as he closed his hands around mine. “I won’t let anyone hurt you, ever again,” he vowed, his

quite the promise,” I said,

wiped away by the pained expression that took

support.

reached out to 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

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

but as he tried to stand, his body

knelt beside him. “Timothy,

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

fast. With all the strength I had left, I managed to haul Timothy up. I held

out into the pouring rain, which obscured my vision of the dense. forest that awaited us. I looked around,

to go.

eyes fluttered open as his name. “Do you remember which way

trail to

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