Hurt Tim Drake Novels & Stories

“It’s almost time for our performance, but we still have no drummer.” In all the drama with Drake and the fight, we’d almost forgotten about Sid. “Shoot, we can’t perform,” Ryan said, looking down, disappointed. That’s when we heard someone say, “You guys need a drummer? I can do it!” Drake offered. “You’re a drummer!? Wow, bro.” Ryan’s face brightened up instantly. He looked at Drake as if he were heaven-sent. This kid was hopeless. “Yes, those people bullying me were in a band I’d recently joined to perform here, but the person I was replacing returned, so they kicked me out,” Drake

I asked as the image of his body laid on the garage concrete filled my mind. Nobody has said a word about him yet and I prayed that he was okay. Drake squeezed my hand. "He's good. They've got him just down the hall and he's already hitting on his nurses." He laughed. "Took a bad hit to the head though. He got ten stitches in the back of his head and is suffering a concussion, but he's same old Lane." I let out a breath of relief at his words. Lane was okay. Thank God! I couldn't imagine what Drake would really do if something far worse had happened to Lane. He already wanted Diego dead, just imagine how much he'd want that if Lane were killed.

Said Drak. Drake hugged Natty and let Natty immerse her face into his chest. Drake will cover Natty from people as long as she can cry. There is no better cure for heartbreak than tears because tears make the heart more relieved and can release all the emotions that are still in agonizing and excruciating.

He asked a question that was so out of place, "Just do what you are doing, I'm not ready to speak to you just yet. My heart skipped. I quickly looked back down at his boots, my hands trembling as I adjusted the final strap. "I'm finished," I said, standing up and trying to step out of his reach. Drake stood up to his full height, looking imposing in his black racing suit. He ignored his friends' teasing as he grabbed his helmet. He looked at me and then swallowed. "You shouldn't have slept with Brendan, you know you shouldn't." He said as if this is what have been weighing on his mind ever since he heard about it.

"He destroyed his relationship with his pack, lost his inheritance, and he's dying from bond rejection. What more do you want from him?" "Suffering," Drake says, his voice cold and unforgiving. "We want him to suffer the way Sophia suffered." "Then you're going to be disappointed." I start walking back to Timothy's room. "Because I'm not going to let him die just to satisfy your revenge fantasy." "You can't protect him forever," Kane calls after me. "Eventually, he'll have to face what he did." "He's already facing it," I say without turning around. "Every day, every moment. Trust me, Timothy Blackthorn is suffering plenty."

The words felt strange, like they didn’t belong in a conversation with someone who had hurt her so deeply. Drake hesitated, his hands tightening around the coffee cup in front of him. “I’m... better,” he said finally, though his voice cracked on the word. “I’m trying, Calla. The therapy’s been helping. It’s not easy, though. None of this is easy. But I’m doing it. For you. For us.”

came the clipped response. “Tim… you all right?” Dack asked, all traces of humor gone now. “No,” Tim admitted, “but maybe someday I will be.” “You know I got your back, right? You can talk to me anytime you need to,” Dack said, clapping his friend on the shoulder. “I know it, Dack. Not right now though, okay?” Looks like his entire world has come crashing down, Dack realized. But if he doesn’t want to talk about it there’s not much I can do to help.

“Well that is just because he was lonely without you guys being here,’’ she said, glancing at Jenna. Drake looked like was at the verge of tears. He had never been so disappointed in them, the way he was at the moment. He was really hurt, and he never expected such behavior from them. He had loved and cared for their mother when she was alive, and even after she died. He turned the living room into a shrine for her for fucks sake. And for his children to think that finding happiness again was a betrayal to his late wife, hurt him a lot. They had sworn to hate Emma on sight, without getting to know her. “It’s nice to meet you Britney,” she said, as she stood there. No one had offered her a

Drake stared at me for a moment. "Drake, you know I have a soft spot for you as a friend, nothing more," I said cautiously, aware of the impact my words might have on him. "A guy can hope," Drake replied, a tinge of hurt in his voice. I sighed, realizing my response had hurt his feelings. "Sorry, Drake. I didn't mean to hurt you," I said sincerely. "What's been going on with you? I've noticed you've been lost in thought." "Just work and more work, as boring as ever. I've been trying to get in touch with that bastard Jake to help you get your revenge," Drake added. Surprised by his words, I looked at him.

“There isn’t anything in the world that I can tell you to make you believe me Maddy. Just know I would never cheat on Lydia.” Drake’s eyes started to mist over and feel with tears, “Maddy I would never hurt Lydia. She is my entire world. She’s filled my dark broken heart with light and love. She’s released me from years of pain. I love her Maddy, and I would never ever do anything to hurt her.”