The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 235

The night air hung heavy with tension as Timothy sat in front of the glowing screen, his eyes fixed on the livestream feed, his mind racing with worry and frustration. He leaned forward, analyzing the surroundings through the lens of the camera, attempting to glean any clue about Evie and Bruce’s whereabouts.

“Where are they?” Timothy muttered under his breath, frustration seeping into his tone as the livestream abruptly cut off for a break, leaving him in a state of restless anticipation.

His phone buzzed incessantly in the meantime, Aria’s concerned texts flooding in. He glanced at the, messages, and he’d reply occasionally when he wasn’t distracted,

“I’m fine,” he replied curtly, not wanting to worry her further. “I might have a lead on where Bruce is.”

The silence of the car was deafening as he waited for the livestream to resume, his impatience mounting with each passing moment. When the feed finally flickered back to life, Timothy’s heart sank at the sight. before him.

He could only catch a glimpse of Evie’s bound wrists and the back of her head as she lay on the ground. Her tear–stained face was obscured, but her cries pierced through the screen, tugging at Timothy’s heartstrings.

“Please, Bruce, I don’t know what I did wrong,” Evie’s voice wavered, a desperation lacing her words.

Timothy’s knuckles whitened as he clenched his fists in frustration, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt a surge of helplessness as Bruce’s voice cut through the feed, callous and unforgiving.

“It was never about what you did wrong, Evie,” Bruce’s voice was cold, lacking any semblance of remorse. “It’s about what you did right. Always trying to appeal to my nonexistent good side.”

Evie’s pleas continued, her voice breaking as she begged for mercy. Timothy’s jaw tightened, a knot of disgust twisting in his stomach at Bruce’s callousness.

“You’ve always been perfect,” Bruce’s voice softened momentarily, a stark contrast to his previous harshness. “Comparing your life to mine was a mistake. My parents never even considered giving me

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possibly blame Evie for being inherently good and seeing any humanity in someone so demented.

He clenched his jaw, his frustration boiling over at the sight of Evie’s anguish and Bruce’s callous demeanor. He wanted nothing more than to intervene, to rescue Evie from Bruce’s clutches, and then

show the other man true retribution.

His heart pounded in his chest, a cold wave of horror crashing over him as the livestream panned over to Bruce’s face, the chilling realization sinking in. His hands trembled as he watched Bruce adjust the camera, a cold determination etched on his features.

“No,” Timothy gasped, horror and disbelief intertwining in his mind as Bruce’s voice echoed through the

feed. “He’s not…”

Timothy’s blood turned to ice, a surge of revulsion and panic coursing through him as Bruce grabbed a shovel and began to dig a hole in the ground. Beside him, Evie struggled, her legs catching flicks of dirt.

with excitement, a flurry of messages fueling the anticipation of this morbid spectacle. In a frantic attempt to

question, Bruce piped up. “Today, folks, I’ll be giving you a special treat. We’ll be challenging Evie’s childhood fear of being buried alive,” his voice echoed through the feed, each word piercing Timothy’s

a *sinking realization that time was rapidly slipping away. His

his every

this?” Timothy typed, his fingers trembling over the keys. “He’s not going to actually

her, is he?”

a mix of excitement and horror. “That’s the point though,”

worst

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as the chat buzzed with responses, confirming his

alive,” someone else typed. “Make

location. “Where are they?

hands.

offered a tentative clue. “Looks like

forest area. At least it look like it with all those tall trees.” Timothy’s mind raced, trying to piece together the scattered

message popped up, filled

knew he couldn’t waste a second. With trembling hands, he started his car, his eyes fixed on the livestream feed as

stretched out before him, the darkness of the night offering no solace. His heart raced as he

his own unrest. Cars honked

mind

memory.

he growled, leering over at the chat once more. He winced when he heard Bruce shout, *undoubtedly at

locking you in the car!

ahead, a looming mass of trees and darkness that seemed to stretch endlessly. Timothy’s heart skipped

the eerie silence of the forest amplifying the urgency of the situation. He spotted the

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washing over

of the clearing. Its lights were still on and the gas was

A thin figure was moving awkwardly beside it, and he recognized

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slowed his car, parking at a distance, trying to remain unseen. His breaths came in shallow gasps as he observed from afar, weighing his options. He couldn’t risk confronting