บททั้งหมดของ The Hockey Star Regret : บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

HAYDENThe notification came while I was still arguing with my father. I didn’t even look at it at first, not until I heard the distinct ping that meant someone had shared their live location with me.I froze mid-sentence.Coleen’s name glowed on my screen.For a split second, I couldn’t breathe.“Hayden?” my father said, voice sharp. “Are you even listening to me?”But his voice was already fading into white noise. My stomach dropped when I saw the map, an isolated patch of road deep in the woods, miles from the estate. The pin wasn’t moving.Coleen.“Excuse me,” I muttered, already turning for the door.“Hayden, I’m not finished!”“I am,” I said flatly, and slammed the door hard enough to shake the hallway.Outside, the cold air hit me like a slap, but I barely felt it. My hands shook as I unlocked my phone again. The location blinked faintly on the screen. There was no movement.My chest clenched. “No, no, no…”I hit call. Straight to voicemail. Tried again. Nothing.“Damn it!”My

COLEENThe sound of the gunshot still rang in my ears, sharp and echoing. My scream had died in my throat, replaced by the hollow crack of fear that made my entire body shake.Hayden was on top of Jared, both of them breathing hard, grappling against the floorboards that creaked and splintered beneath their weight. Jason stood nearby, tense, scanning for the gun.But then Jared shoved Hayden off him with a strength born of sheer rage. “You think this is over?” Jared hissed, rolling to his knees. His face was twisted, a mess of sweat and fury, his knuckles bleeding from where he’d hit the ground.“Stop it!” I shouted, my voice breaking. “Please, stop!”They didn’t hear me.Hayden lunged again, catching Jared by the collar and slamming him back against the table leg, sending splinters of wood scattering across the floor. “You almost killed her!” he shouted, voice raw, shaking with rage.Jared laughed. It was a hollow, chilling sound. “She’s not worth it, Hayden. None of this is. You’ll

COLEENJason drove in silence. The only sound in the car was the hum of the engine and the rhythmic sweep of the windshield wipers cutting through the early morning drizzle. I sat in the backseat, wrapped in Hayden’s hoodie, staring blankly out the window.Hayden sat beside me, his hand resting over mine, thumb brushing slowly over my knuckles. His touch grounded me, it was the one thing that kept me from floating away into the numbness that threatened to consume me. Jason kept his eyes on the road, the strain in his shoulders visible even in the dark. None of us said anything for the longest time.The flashing blue and red lights of the police station came into view, casting long streaks across the wet pavement. Jason pulled into the parking lot and cut the engine, letting out a tired sigh. “We should get this over with,” he murmured.Hayden nodded, squeezing my hand once before opening his door. The cold air rushed in, biting at my skin, but I didn’t move right away. My body still f

COLEENThe drive to my father’s house was quiet except for the sound of the tires crunching against the snowy road. The world outside was white and soft, the kind of peaceful that didn’t feel real after everything that had happened.Hayden’s hand was on the steering wheel, steady, but I could see the faint tension in his jaw, the way his fingers flexed every now and then.I wanted to tell him to relax, that everything would be fine, but I couldn’t quite convince myself either.He had just walked away from his family. I had nearly been killed by his brother. And now we were going to my father’s house, the one person who had always been protective of me to a fault, to tell him everything.I sighed, my fingers tracing circles on my jeans. “He’s going to freak out, isn’t he?”Hayden gave a weak smile without looking at me. “Your dad? Yeah. Probably.”“Probably?” I repeated, raising an eyebrow.He risked a glance at me, eyes soft despite the exhaustion written all over his face. “Okay, def

HAYDENI woke up to the faint smell of coffee and something frying in a pan. For a moment, I didn’t recognize where I was. The couch beneath me was too soft to be mine, the blanket draped across my legs smelled faintly of lavender, and there was no dull hum of the city through the walls like in my off-campus apartment.Then I remembered, I was in Coleen’s house.I sat up slowly, blinking away the remnants of a dream I couldn’t quite recall. My shoulder still throbbed faintly where I’d been bruised during the fight with Jared, but the pain felt distant now.From the kitchen came the sound of a spatula scraping a skillet and an off-key humming. It was Coleen’s dad. The scent of pancakes and eggs wafted through the small living room, wrapping around me in a warmth that made my chest ache.When I stood and stretched, I caught sight of a framed photo on the bookshelf. Coleen, maybe ten years old, with her father at some small-town carnival. She had cotton candy all over her face, grinning