Hurt Tim Drake Novels & Stories

Leaving her to decide if she wants to tell me, or not. "I... Have a humongous crush on Mason. "She confesses, and my jaw drops. " What!? "I question in a harsh whisper. *********************** I'm home in my house's backyard, tending to our dogs when I hear my father scream in pain from inside. My heart flies out of my chest at the agony in his voice, and I find myself running into the house. I turn to a sculpture of ice when I see what's before me, in the kitchen.

“I’ll join you in the bad company ranks, then.” “Where’s your date?” she asked politely. His friendly smile faltered, and for a moment, he looked incredibly sad. “She had a sudden and last-minute change of plans.” He shrugged. “I should have expected no more from her, but I find I’m still disappointed.” She knew the feeling. She knew she shouldn’t want Drake , but she still did. She still missed him, even though she knew he was bad news. Only time would heal this wound, and she hadn’t had a chance to properly grieve for her broken heart yet.

"Drake fucking wanted a minute with you." "And I didn't give it to him! I panicked and I left and that's it‚ that's the whole story‚ I swear—" "And you didn't think I needed to know that?" His voice cracked on the last word‚ actually cracked‚ and for a split second the anger gave way to something underneath it that sounded dangerously close to hurt. "You didn't think maybe‚ just maybe‚ the man trying to keep you alive should know that Drake is showing up at clubs asking for a minute alone with you?"

I told her with a smile. "No my dear you don't understand. When Drake came home that night years ago, he was so devastated and unhappy. He started drinking and smoking that night. Because of what he did to you he refused to be in a relationship. All he does is work, drink and smoke. He became totally heartless and aggressive, he has never been able to forgive himself for what he did to you." I looked at Drake who had his face down like he's embarrassed or something. He has been doing all those things because of me? This means he is really sincere and he never meant to hurt me, it's all a misunderstanding.

Drake’s voice was laced with anger. “It’s not that easy, Drake. I thought I had started to forget him too… but damn, it still hurts. It hurts to think he’s marrying someone else.” She gave a bitter smile and quickly wiped her tears away. Then she asked, “Do you have a cigarette? Can I have one?” Drake clenched his jaw as he saw Rihanna’s current state. He held back his frustration. Instead of handing her a cigarette, he grabbed the bottle of Snake Venom and took a long drink from it. If drinking everything she ordered would stop her from getting more drunk, he’d do it.

“No. You assumed. You decided something in your head and tried to force it to be real.” “I wasn’t trying to force anything!” he yelled, voice cracking again. “You think I owe you something because what? We were close once? Because I dated a girl and now I’m with a guy?” I was practically vibrating. “You don’t get to rewrite my life like that.” Drake looked at the floor, guilt crashing over him in waves. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, again, like that word could patch this giant hole he just punched through the middle of everything.

Luckily, there is a hidden path that leads to it and I am able to creep close enough to listen in through an open window. “Drake, are you okay? That had to be difficult for you.” “Yes, Tony I’m fine. I expected to be cut out of the ceremony.” Ouch! I can hear how much you are hurting Drake! “I still think it was wrong what they did. After all what happened wasn’t your fault and they know it!” “Just drop it! Alright Rex! It’s done now, it’s over, let her rest.” I can’t stay here listening to his pain any longer, if I do, I risk being found, and it hurts my heart too much to hear the pain in his voice.

"You really scared me, buddy. For a moment… I thought I was really going to lose you." Jake's lips curved into a faint smile as Damon unconsciously tightened his grip on his hand. Then the smile faded, worry slowly clouding his eyes. "And Drake?" he asked quietly. "How's he?" Damon lowered his head slowly, guilt washing over his face. "He's still in a coma," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "The doctors said he was badly hurt, so his body needs time to adjust… to heal." Silence stretched painfully between them before Damon finally lifted his head again. This time, there was a small, hopeful smile playing on his lips.

Outside, an owl cried…a mournful sound that’s alike to ache in my chest. My mother turned a page in the album and a teenage Drake glared up at the camera, his gray eyes stormy even then. “You think loving him will be enough? That an Alpha raised on power and punishment will change?” “He already has.” I touched the tender skin of my throat. “The boy who hurt me is gone.” “Is he?” Her finger tapped a photo of Drake standing beside his father at my dad’s sentencing. “Or is he just better at hiding now?”

“Do you want me to talk to him?” Drake shakes his head again, his jaw tightening slightly. “No. He took off again last night. And… this time it is my fault.” That draws my full attention. My brows rise. “Okay… What makes you think it’s your fault?” He shrugs, frustration flickering behind his eyes. “I tried talking to him. But I must’ve pushed too hard. He snapped and said something out of line. I lost my temper and… I punched him. Hard. Too hard.” He pauses, guilt weighing heavy in his voice. “I heard his jaw break. He just got into his truck and drove off.”