The Hockey Star's Remorse Novels & Stories

I inquired, attempting to revive the banter as the silence was making me feel all too much. "I'm not nervous about the game, Fantine, I'm nervous about how much I hate that this is my life, because I have to spend every day playing a sport I don't even like just to make happy a man who doesn't even love me," he said, and the unvarnished truth in his voice took me completely by surprise. "You don't like hockey? But you are the star player, everyone says you were born to be on the ice," I said, turning in my seat so I could look at him better.

None of my teammates seemed concerned; they were more invested in hearing the fans' praises. “Watch where you're going next time, Toronto,” the United States defenseman said with an arrogant smile. He didn’t apologize and left to join his grinning teammates. I lay on the ice, my head throbbing and pain coursing through my body. My hips felt stiff, and I couldn’t move. “Suicide? Is that an option?” I murmured to myself. Yes, I was so pathetic that I began to consider taking my life. The situation felt unbearable, and I couldn't think of a better escape.

“You're going to play like an idiot, that's what I want, you feel me? I want you to miss the passes like a blind goat, fumble the puck, and make sure Northcott loses by at least four points. I want your team completely humiliated on live television. Is that clear?” “No…” I breathed, continuously swaying my head from side to side, my face edged with a right frown. “No, I can't do that. Hockey is everything to my guys. We worked so hard for this. I can't... can't just betray my team. like that."

he asks suddenly. I know what he means, but I pretend I don't. "When did what start?" "Whatever's happening with West." I stop walking. "Axel.." "You said I don't understand how dangerous he is. Help me understand." I look at his face in the lamplight. There's something different about him now. The cocky football star is gone, replaced by someone who actually cares. It makes my chest tight. "It started last semester," I hear myself saying. "I was failing his intro class. My scholarship was in trouble."

He was always too fast, too smart, too perfect—which was exactly why he was the university's untouchable hockey star. Hockey star my fucking foot. Down below, Saxton raised a hand, flashing a dazzling, effortless wave to his screaming fans. But the very second his eyes swept past my section, his smile dropped. It vanished so fast it was almost comical. I leaned over the railing, letting him see me clearly, and gave him a slow, wicked smirk before raising my hand and firmly flipping him the middle finger.

It could’ve been nice to have him stay, to share in the joy of our success together, but the weight of our relationship was overbearing. I tried to come to Timothy's door and re-invite him. “I take it you’re a fan?” I flinch and turn around at the deep, playful voice behind me. I found myself being towered over by a man in a hockey uniform. He had fiery red hair that was familiar to any long- time hockey fan. It was the club’s most famous hockey star, Alex. I was stunned to be in the presence of yet another hockey star. “Oh!” I shook my head and stepped away from him. “No, I’m not a fan. I mean... they’re good, but-”

"Ms. Barrett, your acting is getting better and better. How long did you rehearse for this?" With that, he slowly pulled his sleeve out of my grasp. He pinched my chin. "Since the day you betrayed me, I swore I would never forgive you in this lifetime. Unless…" His smile turned cruel. "Unless you're dead." All the blood seemed to stop in my veins at that moment. I couldn't stop shaking. Without another word, Edward turned and went straight into his room after slamming the door shut. The pain in my stomach felt like a knife twisting inside me, and I collapsed onto the floor. Struggling, I managed to pull out my phone and dial 911.

Star said stunned so I looked at him and so did those with us except Red as if no one else had heard. "What happened?" When Ice asked softly and looked at me. "Moon?" She added as she looked at me, I could see the disappointment in her eyes. I didn’t know what to say, what to explain, I wanted to speak and apologize but I didn’t have the strength to move my mouth. "We talk about it, isn't it?" Star asked weakly and looked at me. "You said, you won't repeat what you did. You promised me Moon." His voice was full of regret, I bowed down, my tears immediately flowed.

Telling me that there are other sports I can try out, I just wanted to do something that would make him proud, he gave up his dream of playing hockey for me, I thought that if I followed his path then he would not feel guilty anymore for ruining mom’s life. Maybe it’s best if I don’t say anything about it just yet. After I was done with the shower, I changed into a new set of clothes, my eyes fell on the hockey stick I had brought with me into the ladies room. I held it in my hand, this might be the last time I ever touch it. I felt sad knowing that I worked so hard to make it to this point and now it was all for nothing. Once I had made my peace with it, I knew I had to return it to the ice

Her mask slid to a stop near my feet, staring up at me like an accusation. I picked up the puck from the bench, my hand trembling, not from fear, but from the adrenaline still coursing through my veins. I fired it as hard as I could against the wall, the sound of the impact sharp and violent. The NHL game was my last chance to prove myself, my final shot at a career I'd bled for. And I would make it count, especially now that Nico had set me up for failure and had dangled my reputation and my relationships like bait.