The Hockey Star’s Remorse

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I awoke to a throbbing pain in my head, a persistent ache that pulsed with the remnants of whatever drug they had injected me with. My vision swam in and out of focus, the room a hazy, unfamiliar blur. Panic gripped me as I struggled to make sense of my surroundings.

As awareness trickled in, I found myself lying on a plush couch in a dimly lit room. My head throbbed, the remnants of the drug’s effects lingering, and my vision remained clouded, as if veiled by a dense fog.

The unfamiliar surroundings heightened my sense of disorientation. Panic surged within me as I struggled to make sense of where I was. This wasn’t Bruce’s place, and the realization shattered the fragile hope I’d clung to moments ago.

My suspicions about Bruce dissipated, replaced by a chilling certainty that I was ensnared in someone’s trap entirely.

The sound of heels clicking on tiled floors snapped me out of my spiraling thoughts. Stella emerged from the shadows, her posture relaxed and a smug smirk gracing her lips.

“Hello, Evie,” she purred, her voice laced with an unsettling satisfaction. “Had a nice nap?”

I tried to sit up, but my body felt heavy, as if weighted down by invisible chains. Fear clawed at my chest as I struggled to lift my limbs. “What have you done to me?” I demanded, my voice trembling.

Stella’s facade of innocence sent a chill down my spine. “Me? Oh, I’ve done nothing but enjoy your company, Evie. You’re such a fascinating person.”

The unnerving calmness in her demeanor only fueled my anxiety. “Stop playing games, Stella! What do you want from me?”

Her laughter echoed in the room, a hollow sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Oh, Evie, you’re in for quite a ride. But I assure you, you’ll understand soon enough.”

I struggled to push past the fog clouding my thoughts, trying to piece together the events that led me here. But the haze persisted, obscuring my memories like a veil.

“Where am I?” I demanded, my voice betraying a hint of desperation.

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perched herself elegantly on a nearby chair, crossing her legs with a casual air. “You’re in a safe place, Evie. Just be glad you woke up on a

leering at her. “Are you serious? What

were you. I may be accommodating,

mood.”

sinking feeling in my stomach intensified. “Why am I here? What’s your game, Stella?”

“Oh, my dear, this isn’t a game. This is the consequences of your actions coming back to bite you in the ass.”

“Let me go! This is disgusting, even for you, Stella!”

unwavering. “As if you ever thought that highly of me, Evie, You never had an ounce of respect for me, and you

realized the depth of my entanglement in whatever sinister plot Stella had woven. Memories surged forward–Stella’s unexpected appearance, the drink, the

and Timothy, it’s in the past,” I pleaded, my voice trembling. “We can find a way

course, Evie.

my spine. “Plans? What do you mean?” I pressed, desperation clawing

“I’m going to take it all from you. Everything you stole from me and everyone else that’s come in your destructive path, because you are one cold–calculate bitch, Evie Sinclair.”

“Are you serious? God, just let

hang in the air between us. Her eyes grew distant, as

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that would make things so much easier for you.”

“Stella, please…”

twisted smile. “It would be rude to leave before our company

my muscles protesting against the lingering effects of

grasp her cryptic words, a sudden coldness grazed the back of my head, sending a shiver down my spine. Fear coiled within me, a suffocating grip tightening around my chest, What followed was a

chilling glint in her eyes.

choked out, my voice barely audible.

casual as she walked toward me. “Don’t worry about the,

Please, let me go, Stella! I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

air, a haunting melody that sent shivers down my spine. “Hurt? Oh, Evie,

moment

in my eyes. “There’s still a

eyes. “What’s right, Evie, is me getting

has to be another

always had a way of making a mess of things. After that day in the hospital, after what you said about someone

paused, mulling over the memories from that day. I guess I had admitted it in some way, but I wasn’t sure.

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