My Everything: Damian Wayne X Reader

Chapter 10: He's not gay

~ Your P.O.V. ~

Damian hasn't talked go me for over three weeks. Well, at least not like he used to, every word that comes out of his mouth is cold and bitter. It hurts me, but I guess I deserve it. I hurt him, I don't deserve to have his time, attention, and love.

I get up from bed. I've currently been going to Nolan's house a lot. Jacob comes along with me all the time too. Nolan reminds me of Damian, he listens to my pains, comforts me, makes me feel wanted.

Before going to Nolan's house I shower and get dressed.

I leave my room. I walk into the kitchen to say goodbye to Alfred.

I walk in and see Alfred, Jay, and Damian.

"Hey, Alfred! I'm going to Nolan's house. See ya later!"

Alfred looked up at me, "ok, miss. Take these pastries with you."

I take the box with cupcakes, "thank you. Bye! Bye, Jay,"

"Bye, Y/N," Jay says waving at me.

I look at Damian, "see ya later, Damian . . ."

He looked up at me and simply waved his hand once. I force a smile in my face and walk out the door.

When i get out, i see Nolan's car. I get in. Nolan's mom is driving, and i sit by Nolan.

"Hi, N/N! How are you?" Nolan asks.

"I'm good, Nolan. You?"

He smiles, "couldn't be better."

We have a small conversation about how we've been before we arrive at his house.

I thanked Nolan's mom before we ran for his room.

"Hey, is Jacob coming?"

Nolan shakes his head as he sits by me, "he's outta town. I thought we could have a conversation alone today."

"Oh, about what?"

He gets closer, "about you, Y/N. You say you've been fine, but your eyes are red, maybe from crying. Every time i mention Damian it's like your heart is breaking. And you're always wearing long sleeved shirts nowadays, mind telling me why that is?"

I shake my head, "it's nothing, really. I just like long sleeves better."

He looks at me with a 'do i look like I'm stupid to you?' Look, "fuck that, pull your sleeves up."

I shake my head, "why? It's really nothing."

He grabs my hand and pulls my sleeve up. He looks down, "god, i hate to be right . . . How long?"

I say nothing.

"God damn it, Y/N! How long?"

I look down, "two weeks . . . "

He lets go of my hand, "two weeks? You've been cutting for two weeks?! When were you gonna tell me? Or were you even thinking about telling me???"

I keep my head down and start crying.

"What if you cut your vain? You'd be gone . . . And i couldn't get to see you anymore. Y/N . . . i love you . . . Please don't hurt yourself again."

He hugs me as i cry. I guess he's not gay?