All Chapters of Her Hockey Stepbrother, Her Worst Enemy, Her Beloved: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Maxton's POV. Seconds turned into minutes, and slowly, minutes turned into hours of pacing endlessly in my room. My mind was restless, my feet itched to move and my fingers twitched for the truth. What was the truth? How was she doing now? How long had she known? Why couldn't we talk like humans? The questions came in like a bullet cramming my thoughts and making it impossible to think. I sat on my bed after I couldn't continue pacing around anymore. My weight sank down to the surface but I felt heavy, almost weighing a ton. Maybe the weight of the world had pressed upon me, but I could barely imagine what she had been going through alone. I picked up my phone to view the story feed of some colleagues, but I ended up stumbling on Bambi's post, pasting all manner of quotes about responsibility. And class. I knew this was a subtle shade to me, to Talia. “Man! Fuck the day I ran into this witch,” I scoffed and switched my phone off. Today was the worst. Unable to keep up with the

Talia's POV. “Look, it's her!” “She looks like a skeleton,” “These few days have been pretty tough on her,” “Here comes our slut!” “Shouldn't she be expelled or something,” The whispers went on and on. They weren't entirely whispers, they were a statement. Each student had their take on how I looked, what I should have done and why I even decided to show my face. It was a mess. A huge flipping mess. I felt like the earth should open up and swallow me. Chew me, crush me, whatever it could do to me to end this pain. “Talia,” a soft voice called behind me. I turned in its direction and Deej pulled me in for a warm embrace. I needed it. She knew exactly what to do for me. “Oh, my baby girl, you look so stressed. Don't be too hard on yourself,” Deej frowned, hugging me yet again. “Thank you. I'll try to be positive but I'll let you know it's harder than it seems.” I wrung my hands together as my eyes brushed through the crowd. Deej looked in my direction and grabbed my hands.

Talia's POV. There wasn't an atom of fear on my face as she glared at me, her veins bulging on her skin. She darted her eyes at me as soon as she realized I didn't make any expression from her dumb threat. I was sick of her. Exhausted and drained to the core of her shenanigans. What exactly was she going to do? She had aired out my dirtiest laundries and there was nothing else she could do to threaten me. I scoffed and rolled my eyes in frustration. “You should be tired already. The threats don't make sense anymore. You aired out my deepest, darkest secrets, what more do you think you are going to do to me?” “I can do a lot worse, Talia. Trust me, you don't want to know,” she clipped. “But I want to. I am so interested in whatever tiny little threat you have in there,” I pointed my fingers at her chest. “In time, you will know. And I bet you, you will regret running your mouth at me,” she pumped up her shoulder, tucking her strands of hair behind her ears. “It better get here

Maxton's POV. The whistle pierced through my ears like a sharp ringing tune. I fell to my knees as I dropped my hockey stick and pulled my helmet.Our coach was making us practice and it was intense as always. An hour quickly passed by and he still wouldn't call it a day. “Maxton, I don't know what's wrong with you but your head isn't in the game.” I stood up on my feet, breathing heavily as sweat trickled down my nose. “I'll do better,” I stated. “I don't want empty words. Maybe you need to clear your head,” the coach uttered. “That's it for today, you guys can crawl back into your tiny little holes.” “And Maxton,” he resounded, his voice sounding ominous. “ You need to deal with whatever's on your mind,” “I will, coach,” I beckoned and looked back at the field. I had fallen down for a record of eight times during practice. I wasn't fully engaged in the game. I was lost in the imagination of how my parents would react to the news we planned to divulge. My father would lose his

Talia's POV. “She'll be back soon,” “She said that three fucking hours ago,” “Hey! Will you calm down for a sec? You don't have to be always so hotheaded,”“Damn you! You don't tell me what to do,” The whispers continued as I groaned awake and squinted my eyes open. My arms were sore and my knees felt like I had been tied to a grappling hook. I wanted to change my posture but as I moved my shoulders to sit up straight, the ropes fastened against my wrist tightened. I looked down on it and suddenly the horrid realization dawned on me. I had been kidnapped! The memories came piece by pieces. The black car, the bald man with a scar, the grab hands that plunged me into the car. The fucking blindfold.“No, no, no,” I began to panic, my heart throbbed violently and my eyes moved around the dilapidated compartment I was forced in. “What's happening? Please let me go, you have the wrong person,” I begged. The three men turned to me, and a cunning smirk lit up on their faces except