Hurt Tim Drake Novels & Stories

Miren considers Dylan to be the most important person in her life, and she does not want anyone else to make an effort to intentionally hurt him. "Are you trying to scare me?" Drake didn't deny: "Yes." Drake is on the verge of losing his mind at this point because he can't stop thinking about Kyra Morraco and nothing else comes to mind. How could Drake take the news that the woman he had been desperately looking for had suddenly passed away? Won't all his years of hard work fall into the river? Drake tries to hide his feelings of helplessness and fear behind his anger, and he feels compelled to investigate everything that Miren has just said.

Don't tell you are doing this out of some favour sh*t please (his said in a painful voice ) T:- (looking at him ) No Drake I am not doing this in any pressure whatsoever . I want this marriage to work this relationship to work . You never forced me into anything . I thought you were just a cold, selfish man but no you proved me wrong . (She gulped feeling tears brim in her eyes which didn't go unnoticed by drake ) Please take care of you and everyone else I already lost my family I just don't want to lose anyone else . Promise me you will come back please . D:- (without saying anything he hugged her tightly ) Shh...I am here okay . I am not going anywhere else . I promise you .

Mum adds then dad continues “That night she tried to kill herself, it was for attention we realised after but at the time soph was destroyed, we sent them here and Tim got her help. Eventually we came to visit them but the relationship was ruined. We barely talk now but that’s the entire story. That’s why we don’t visit them anymore, it’s why you or Ty were never allowed alone with them” Understanding passes through the bond. Then weirdly peace, like everything finally made sense to drake. “We are sorry we didn’t tell you sooner” Drake shakes his head “No it’s ok, don’t feel bad. There is no way I could have handled it before lilly anyway” He smiles at them softly, my heart smiles in my ches

the voice hissed. Drake’s grip on the phone tightened until I thought it would crack. “I told you—stay away from her.” His voice broke halfway through. “Stay the hell away.” There was a pause. Silence. And then… a click. He dropped the phone, chest heaving. His eyes met mine—shaken, terrified, yet impossibly fierce. “I—” he breathed, swallowing hard. “I can’t promise this won’t get worse. I… I just… I need you to trust me. Even if it hurts.”

“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.

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.

Drake implored, trying so hard to convince me to stay back at home and rest. It’s been five months since I had that terrible encounter with Riley and his whore Loretta. Drake has been by my side all this while, and I’m so glad that was able to heal faster than anyone expects. The doctor had been so amazing to me and my family. When he saw that I was ready for the surgery, he didn’t wait for Drake's permission before he could take me into the theater. He carried out my surgery, even before my husband could sight the consent papers. He took a great risk, just to save my life. Drake said he is being so nice to us because he wants something back in return.

"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?"

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.