Lahat ng Kabanata ng Hearts on Ice: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

“I’m sorry dad… I’m sorry!” he screamed louder. The words barely came out of his small mouth, as he tripped over. His fists trembled against the cold floor.“I didn’t mean to! I’ll do better!” He cried out. “I swear I’ll do better!”Another vicious whip tore against his back making him cry louder. Blood ran across his head to his back, his arms and everywhere at once, until he couldn’t tell where one strike ended and the next began. His vision blurred as tears ran uncontrollably... he curled into himself, trying to make his body smaller... maybe it'll end all the pain.“Useless!”The voice was harsh and familiar. It echoed louder than the pain he had taken.“Good for nothing!”“I’m trying…” he choked, voice shaking. “I’m trying, please—”Another hit. He flinched violently, a scream ripping through him.“I’ll be better! I’ll be better, I promise! Please don’t—”“You should have died instead of your mother!”Another hit tore the peace, the words were cold and final.He squeezed his eye

Lukas didn't say anything, he simply avoided eye contact and sighed deeply. He looked at the place Viktor was resting and Viktor had started moving closer.“What’s up with you? Huh? Lukas!”He dived right to it with no hesitation and Lukas let out a quiet breath, turning fully now to face him but almost backed down. The resemblance was worse. It wasn’t just his face, it was in the way he stood and the way he pouted at him like he expected something... like a child. He kept acting like they were close and that irritated him more than anything else he had done since he joined the team.“What’s your problem?!” Lukas shot back, the wind blowing up his hair. “Why are you talking like that?”Viktor frowned. “Like what?!”“Like we’re friends!”The word hit him like the punch he received to the face and there was a brief pause as Viktor studied him for a second, like he was trying to understand what exactly set him off, but Lukas didn’t give him the chance to.“Whatever you think you're doing

By the time they stepped out of the rink, the sky had already darkened as heavy droplets hit the pavement in sharp, relentless patterns.The cold air wrapped around them instantly, soaking their clothes in seconds… they had just one umbrella and as Lukas adjusted himself was when Viktor shouted.“Great!” Viktor yelled, pulling his jacket tighter. “You planned this? Huh?”Lukas didn’t answer. His gaze lingered on the rain a second too long… his memories flooding him. It felt like their third meeting as children. It had rained heavily and Lukas hid under a tree for shelter… but Viktor ran there with just one umbrella, screaming out his name. When they got to Viktor's house, they were both soaked and laughing.“Come on,” Viktor snapped him back to reality. “Unless you want us to run down the street with just one umbrella”. Lukas eyes widened and he paused. “Or do you plan on standing here all night?”He didn’t. A ride came quickly, and the rest of the journey passed in a strange kind of

Training that evening felt different and not the good kind. It was off. The energy on the rink had shifted, even if no one else could fully place why. Lukas was sharper than usual, his instructions more clipped, his patience thinner.“Focus,” he snapped at one player.“You’re dragging.”“Again!”He made no room for mistakes or just no room for anything and Viktor noticed…He always did. When it was finally just the two of them left, the silence felt heavier than it ever had before.Lukas didn’t look at him and didn't speak even when it was necessary. He didn’t even stand close…Like he had built a wall overnight and decided to stay behind it.Viktor pushed off the barrier slowly, skating toward him.“Are we really doing this?” he asked, his voice quieter now, less teasing than usual.No response. Lukas kept adjusting his gloves like he didn’t hear him. Viktor let out a small breath, stopping in front of him. “Lukas.”Still nothing and that… annoyed him more than it should have.“Wow,” V

Lukas kicked his door open, Viktor in hand as they laughed and walked in. The lights are off but Lukas knows his room through and through. Their giggles echoed through the hall.“That taxi driver will be scarred” Viktor laughed, planting a kiss on Lukas's forehead.“He just kept looking through the mirror.” he laughed harder. “I had no idea how to avoid eye contact.”Lukas dropped him gently on the bed, trailing kisses down his neck, biting him softly.“I just want to kiss your neck down to your back,” Lukas grinned and Viktor giggled.“You can,” he wrapped his legs around his neck “... just be gentle.”He giggled and replied “I won't”And Viktor's smile faded. His eyes widened in fear as he was flipped over. Lukas's laugh echoed through the room, ending the initial peace.“Should I help you take off your clothes or…?” Lukas towered over him, his eyes undressing him already.“I'll take it off myself…” Viktor laughed nervously. He hadn't felt this tension in a while. Lukas sat on the e