Hurt Tim Drake Novels & Stories

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.

"You okay?" "I’m fine just a little hurt." With that Drake drive back to the base.

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.”

“Sounds precisely like Harmony” Drake started the car.. Nick turned to him just before he could drive out. “What?” Drake asked him. “Are you not meant to be at practice now?” Drake stopped for a minute before responding. “No”, “not today”. “Why not?” Peter asked. Drake let out a hushed breath. “Practice got cut short today”. “What happened?” He asked. Drake was silent for a moment, then he took a deep breath. “I got into a brawl”. “With who?” Peter asked.

Drake cried and sobbed for dear life, begging them to stop torturing him. Drake's eyes grew hot with hate when our eyes met. I took back my earlier words. He deserved all the pain he was getting for causing me so much misery. "I don't have all day. Speak now before I pierce your eye with this fork and burst it like two balloons," Seven growled at him. "Don't worry, baby girl," Dani whispered to me. "Perhaps when his right eye hangs limply against his cheek, it will make him talk." Drake shivered on the floor and cried out when another guy's fingers found his throat and squeezed. His face turned purple under the relentless assault, and his mouth cried out for air.

“How did your dad die?” “He was betrayed.” Drake shares, taking a sip of his beer. “He stood up for what he believed in, and got stabbed in the back by the person he trusted most in the world.” I reach over and squeeze his hand. “I’m sorry.” “Thanks,” Drake smiles sadly, returning my affection. “One day I’ll make it right, until then I’m just glad to have such an amazing step father.” I start to return his smile, but at that moment warm wet heat floods my lap, and I look down at my drenched lap in horror. Drake jumps to his feet, “What’s wrong.”

As he sees me trying to make another step and sweats are running in my forehead “I want to push harder Bryan” my hands were tired from the pressure I am putting in just to make another step forward but this time, I lose my grip and fell on my knee. There’s a quick soft hand that grabs me before I hit the ground face forward. “I got you” she’s fast as always “Slow down Harold, we don’t want to add trauma to your bone” he sounded so displeased so I listen and sit back. Kierra gestured to walk out of the picture “Thanks to you Kierra” and he winks at her while she just nod.