The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 48

The hospital room was dimly lit, casting a flourescent glow over Timothy’s frail form lying in the bed. A cry escaped my lips at the sight of him in such a weakened state. His face was pale, and his eyes were heavy with pain.

Fresh tears welled in my eyes as I approached his bedside. As I walked closer, his eyes snapped open and he smiled brightly. It was almost child–like, his eyes full of hope as he caught me standing there,

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice hoarse.

“Hi,” I replied. “How are you feeling?”

“Better now that you’re here,” Timothy said. He tried to sit up but groaned at the pain in his shoulder. I rushed over and adjusted the pillows so that he could be propped up.

When I was sure he was comfortable, I pulled a chair close to the bed and sat down, reaching for the glass of water on the nightstand. “Here, Timothy, you need to stay hydrated,” I said gently, offering him the water.

He smiled weakly and took a few sips, wincing slightly as he moved. “Thank you, Evie,” he whispered.

I shook my head, tears streaming down my cheeks. “I’m sorry I got you involved in all of this. I never thought he would go so far!”

Timothy sighed. “No, Evie, this isn’t your fault. Bruce had the knife and decided to use it.”

“Still,” I looked away from Timothy’s intense stare. “If I hadn’t gone to him on my own, he wouldn’t have been able to kidnap me.”

Timothy’s eyes filled with concern as he looked at me. “How long has he been harassing you for money? Was he like this when you lived with him?”

Taking a deep breath, I looked back at Timothy. It was time to be truthful, even though it was a truth I hardly wanted to acknowledge.

“Bruce was my stepbrother, but I hardly considered him my sibling.” I began, my voice trembling. “He was the reason I left home suddenly all those years ago.”

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“What?” Timothy’s eyes widened.

1 took a deep breath, mustering the courage to speak on Bruce. It was a reality that I hardly told anyone, not even Aria.

“When I was living at home with my father and stepmother, Bruce

began, my voice wavering with emotion. “He was always cruel. It started out childish

he remained silent, encouraging me

and looked

got older, that started to change. He would whisper nasty things in my ear, and he was always touching me,” I

fists tightening. “Don’t tell me that they knew and

tried to tell my father and stepmother about what he was doing, but they

was just absent, and my stepmother, Bruce’s mom, thought I was just exaggerating about her son or making it up

worse.”

his eyes shut and turned his head away, like he could visualize the harsh memories pooling out of me. His heart monitor quickened its pace and I hesitated, placing my hand

don’t want to stress you

back open and he panted, “No, Evie, please. You can tell me, if you’re comfortable. I want to know

fingers wrapped around mine, much colder in temperature. I ran my fingers over his swollen knuckles, which had begun to scab where the skin was torn. I fought the urge to kiss each

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parting at my touch. His skin was so cold, it must’ve felt nice that I was

down, when I heard Bruce creeping

guilt–trip, which didn’t suit the situation with him being

he asked for. I could set aside

told me that if I was desperate enough to sleep with you, Timothy, then I’d spread my legs for

at that, his entire countenance

the pillows and stared up at the ceiling. His grip began to slip away from my mine and I let him drop hist hand back

was a lamp on my bedside table I managed to

my life if I ever told anyone. what had

the right thing. I’m so sorry, Evie. You never deserved any of that,” he said

was terrified,” I confessed, tears streaming down my cheeks. “I knew I couldn’t

alone in the

hand in his and pulled me closer. All at once, I found myself buried in his comforting embrace. “You

slightly muffled against Timothy’s good shoulder. “She saved me and took me in. I was able to apply to law

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tears. “Figures you