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

grabbed his shoulder. Blood was dripping down his fingertips and onto the floor, leaving a trail behind him. I feared he would collapse

moment.

let my past mistakes define me,” Timothy said

for Evie and

shook his head, a sneer on

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

Bruce’s gaze with determination. “I’m not playing games with you. I won’t

are you. going to do about it? I don’t accept dick as compensation, so try another route

this one.”

adrenaline, he lunged at Bruce, sending him crashing” to

down. Their struggle was fierce, and Timothy resolved to punching Bruce in the face. Despite his determination, I could

and Bruce took advantage of the

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punches landing and bones

sent Bruce crashing to the ground. His swollen eyes. were sealed shut and a groan escaped his busted

up and gave him a harsh kick to the ribs, but Bruce merely rolled. over like a weightless doll. Timothy was breathing heavily, his hands still trembling from the adrenaline coursing through his

intensity of his stare. He moved to my side, his anger dissipating, replaced by concern

gentle as he reached for the ropes

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 would have beaten Bruce

my feet and began working on the ropes. Within a few cuts, I was

“Thank you,” I whispered.

his hands around mine. “I won’t let anyone hurt you, ever

quite the promise,” I said, attempting to be

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

support.

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

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

worse,” I said. “We need to get

to stand, his body betrayed him and

I knelt beside him. “Timothy, hold

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

fast. With all the strength I had left, I managed to haul Timothy up. I held him against my side and

my vision of the dense. forest that awaited us. I looked

to go.

looked up at his sunken face. Thankfully his eyes fluttered open as his name. “Do you remember

pointed at the thin, dark trail to his right. I huffed, mentally preparing myself for

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