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Can’t Do This Alone
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He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Rage
Damien ShawI spin the car around, tires screeching against the pavement as I head back to the hospital. My hands grip the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles ache, but I don’t ease up. Imogene’s voice is still echoing in my head. She wants me to come back to the hospital. I don’t like the way she sounded. Not weak, but shaken. Imogene rarely lets anything rattle her, but there was something in her voice, something that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. The thought of Doctor Pepp screwing up her prescription still doesn’t make sense to me. She’s been treating Imogene since the start of her pregnancy journey. Why the hell would she make such a critical mistake now? Doctors don’t just prescribe abortion pills by accident. That isn’t something that gets mixed up with iron supplements or prenatal vitamins. No, this wasn’t negligence. It was deliberate. Someone tampered with those pills. The question is—who? And why? The memory of finding Imogene bleeding out in ou
Last Updated : 2025-02-05He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Stranded
Imogene ScottI take a deep breath as Damien storms out of the room. The door shuts behind him with force. My fingers clutch the thin hospital blanket. My chest feels tight and my heart is pounding. I know that look in his eyes. I’ve seen it before. It’s a cold, lethal and destruction-promising gaze. He’s going after Lila, and knowing Damien, there’s no telling what he might do. God. I take another shaky breath, trying to steady myself. Did I make a mistake telling him? Should I have left Lila out of it? And then there’s the key. I glance at my purse on the chair beside me. The key is their. The key that might have been the cause if everything. Was it too late to return it? Lika said having it with me was dangerous, she was right after all. Was it finally time for me to let it go, to let it all go and focus on improving my family and doing better? That key is the missing piece to everything, to my father’s death. But is it even worth it anymore? I almost died today. So
Last Updated : 2025-02-06He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back The Blue Birds
Damien ShawI pull up in front of the unfinished building and slam the brakes. The place is an eyesore with crumbling concrete and, rusted steel beams. The air smells like damp wood and decay, mixed with blood, maybe. Someone’s been bleeding in there. I kill the engine and step out. My jaw is tight. I stride toward the entrance, my men flanking me. I can already hear the low and guttural groans echoing through the empty corridors. Gerald. I recognize the sound of pain, and his is unmistakable. My patience is razor-thin as I push through the half-collapsed doorway, stepping into the darkness. A single, flickering overhead bulb swings from exposed wiring.In the middle of the room, Gerald is slumped in a chair, wrists and ankles bound, his head hanging forward like a broken puppet. His face is a mess with blood crusting around his nose and lips. One eye is swollen shut. One of my men, Martin, straightens as I approach, giving me a respectful nod. “Where’s Lila Stangard?” I ask.
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Imogene Scott For the next few days, I’m stuck at the hospital. I’m only allowed to take walks and Damien, Sheila and Lily come to see me at evenings. For some reason, Damien and I haven’t talked about what happened—about Lila, about the attack, about anything that actually matters. He only asked me about the key which I guess Lila told him about and he got rid of it. At least that’s what he told me.There’s still this weird tension between us and it’s almost like when you know something is wrong but you choose to believe it’s not and just not talk about it. I know something is definitely wrong.I’m on one of my evening walks again around the hospital environment. The nurse told me to make friends so I won’t be taking these walks alone but I tell her I’ll be out of here in a few more days so why make connections that’ll end eventually?I take a seat on a bench under a tree to gather my thoughts. Damien and Sheila and Lily will be here to see me soon. They’re so supportive but I h
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Imogene ScottI tilt my head. “Next world?” She lifts her gaze to the sky, like she’s imagining something far away. Something I can’t see. When she looks at me again, there’s a kind of eerie confidence in her eyes. “Yes. I want a better life in the next world. I don’t want to be reincarnated as a woman who has to work ten jobs to survive, someone with no roof over her head. Someone who has suffered all her life. Someone who has never been loved properly.” A chill slips down my spine. She’s talking about herself. She’s gone through so much? I immediately feel bad for her.“With the help of our leader, I’ll be reincarnated as someone with a better life in my next one,” she finishes. I stare at her. Reincarnation? A leader? The way she’s talking, it’s like she’s fully convinced this is real. That someone has told her exactly what to believe, and she’s clinging to it like it’s the only thing keeping her afloat. I force a small smile. “That’s… really good. I’m happy for you.”
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Last Updated : 2025-02-06He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back The Retreat
Imogene ScottThe moment Sheila and Lily leave, I throw off the blankets and reach for my laptop. My fingers tremble as I type in The Blues Heavenly Gate into the search bar. I know this is reckless, but I need to do something. This isn’t just about Georgia anymore. It’s bigger. The law is on their side, any attempt to bring them down through legal means will be slow, possibly ineffective. The only way to destroy them is to expose them for what they really are. My screen floods with articles, news reports, and a few conspiracy theories. But one thing stands out which is that every month, they hold a three-day retreat to bring in new members. The attendees are transported to an undisclosed location, a place where they’re ‘taught the ways of their religion’. More like brainwashed and conditioned. And tonight is one of those nights. A bus leaves at 10 p.m. sharp to take new recruits to the retreat center. I glance at the hospital clock. 9pm. This is my only chance. I swallow h
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He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Day 3
Imogene Scott I slept through the night for the first time in weeks. No jolting awake. No sweat-slicked skin. No dreams of drowning in shadows. Just silence. Stillness. Peace.My eyes open slowly, blinking into the quiet morning light spilling through the gauzy white curtains. The ocean breeze flows in from the slightly open window. My head doesn’t feel like it’s been split in two.I pull the blanket down and sit up, cradling my growing belly with both hands. The twins will be here in a few weeks. Two heartbeats fluttering beneath my skin. Two tiny souls I haven't even met, but already love with an intensity that’s terrifying and beautiful all at once.My fingers press gently into the bump. “You two are going to be okay,” I whisper. “We’re all going to be okay.”A soft smile pulls at my lips. It’s real this time. Not the kind I force at dinner tables or mirror reflections. No, this one is real.“What are you smiling about?”Damien’s voice startles me. I look up as he steps into
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Damien Shaw The sun spills through the curtains as my eyes flutter open. I groan, registering the soreness in my bones. I rub at my face, letting my hand fall onto the bed beside me…It’s empty.My heart kicks up, a sudden thrum against my ribs.Imogene is not here.The sheets are still warm, faintly scented with her shampoo and her pillow’s half-squashed. She couldn’t have gone far. But still… my throat tightens as I sit up fast, pushing the blanket off. My bare feet hit the cool wood floor and I stand, eyes scanning the quiet bedroom.I don’t call out. Not yet. My gut twists like it always does when she disappears from my line of sight. I step into the hallway, and I’m immediately hit with a warm, sweet and smoky smell.Pancakes?I follow the scent into the kitchen, tension loosening slightly with each step. And then I see her.She’s standing by the stove, her back to me, swaying ever so slightly to some melody in her head. She’s barefoot, in nothing but my oversized black T-shir
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Imogene Scott“Mummy, how long are you going to be gone?” Lily’s small voice floats toward me.I pause, my hand hovering over the zipper of my suitcase. The last dress is folded neatly inside and I press it down before turning to face her. She’s standing by the edge of the bed.“Mummy will be back in a few days,” I say gently, kneeling in front of her and smoothing her curls with my palm. She looks at me like she’s studying me, trying to see if I’m telling the truth or just saying what I think she wants to hear.“Will Mummy be better by then?” she asks.My breath catches.Better.I nod, brushing my thumb across her cheek.“Yes, baby. Mummy will be fine.”Lily thinks about that for a second, then smiles. “Yes, then Mummy can go. Anty Kia will take good care of me.”A soft knock sounds on the door just as I press a kiss to Lily’s forehead. Sheila steps in. “Is there anything else you want to take to the water park, Lily?” she says.Before Lily can answer, Kia walks in right behind
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Idea
Imogene Scott When I open my eyes, it’s dark outside.The ceiling fan spins slowly above me. My body feels warm as I place my palm on my forehead and try to register what time it is on the wall clock across the room. But my vision’s a little blurry and I can’t make out the numbers, so I sit up instead, blinking away the sleep.I swing my legs off the bed and the cold wooden floor kisses my bare feet. I tug Damien’s hoodie tighter around me before padding to the door. I didn’t mean to sleep that long. I was just going to close my eyes for a few minutes.The hallway is dim. I make my way down slowly, hand on the banister. My joints still feel a little stiff from laying in one position for too long.When I reach the last step, I spot him.Damien’s seated at the dining table, one elbow propped up, his head resting in his palm. His hair’s tousled like he’s run his hand through it a hundred times tonight.“Hey there,” I say, softly.His head snaps up.“You’re awake?” His voice is low.
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Getaway
Damien Shaw I help Imogene off the examination table slowly, my hands gripping her waist. She's light and it unsettles me more than I let on. She sits up and swings her legs over the edge, her fingers resting on my forearm to steady herself."I'm okay," she says softly.She’s not. But I nod anyway. We walk out of the room together and back into the office, where Dr. Rogers is typing something into her computer. The click of the keys fills the silence.She looks up and smiles, though there's a trace of something behind her eyes. Concern, maybe. Caution."Everything looks good so far," she says. "But we’re entering the home stretch now. Just a few more weeks. You both need to be careful, especially you, Imogene."Imogene nods politely. “We will.”I thank her and reach for the door handle, ready to leave. I’m already thinking about the drive home, when Dr Rogers calls out to me. “Damien, could I speak to you for a second?”I stop and glance at Imogene.“I’ll wait in the car,” she
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Us
Damien Shaw“You worry too much,” she says. “I’m fine.”I don’t believe her. But I let it slide. For now.I bring her hand to my lips and kiss it gently, holding on a little longer. Then I lean back and press on the gas, taking us the rest of the way.We pull into the hospital’s underground lot. I park, unbuckle, and rush around to open her door. She steps out slowly, her hand finding mine. Her fingers are colder than usual.Inside, the halls are clean, overly bright. We walk in silence to Dr. Roger’s office.She’s waiting when we arrive. “Glad to see Damien’s with you today.”I offer a hand. “Nice to see you too, Doctor.”We sit side-by-side, the chairs squeaking slightly beneath us. Imogene sits with perfect posture, her dress flowing around her legs.“So,” Dr. Roger says gently, “how are you feeling about everything?”“I’m fine,” Imogene says with a small smile.Her hand is in mine. I squeeze it.The doctor nods slowly. “Let’s go to the examination room. I want to check on the tw
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back The visit
Damien Shaw Returning to the living room, something feels...off.Imogene’s still sitting at the dining table, arms wrapped tightly around Lily. Her head turns the moment she hears me, and just like that, she lets go.I step closer. “Everything okay?”She lifts her face and gives me a smile. It's warm but it doesn’t reach her eyes. I see it immediately. “Just feeling a little emotional,” she says.I nod slowly. I don’t push, even though every instinct in me is screaming that something’s not right. “Eat up,” I say instead, nodding toward her plate.She nods and picks up her fork. I head to the counter, grab Lily’s pink backpack, and step outside. The spring air hits me as I open the back door of the car and slide Lily’s bag inside. My phone buzzes in my pocket, but I ignore it. By the time I’m back inside, Imogene’s finished eating. She wipes her lips gently, her eyes briefly flickering up to meet mine. I offer my hand.“Let’s go,” I say.She places her hand in mine. Lily ski
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Unstable
The last chapter has been edited. Read before you proceed. Imogene Scott Sunlight spills across the bed like golden syrup, warm and soft against my skin. I shift under the sheets, groaning quietly as I feel the heat against my eyelids. I blink once, then again, and finally push myself up on my elbow. Damien stands by the window, arms folded, wearing that smug little smile he always wears when he thinks he’s caught me being adorable. He’s already dressed in a gray fitted T-shirt and black joggers. His hair is damp from a shower, and he looks annoyingly refreshed. “Rise and shine, sweetie.” I groan and drag the covers over my head. “Ugh… it’s too early in the morning.” “It’s almost eleven,” he says with a chuckle. I fling the duvet back just enough to peek at him. “How did I sleep for that long?” He walks over, sits on the edge of the bed, and leans in with a playful glint in his eye. “Because I cuddled you in my arms all night.” I snort. “No. You’re not my sleeping pill.” “S
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Help
Imogene Scott As soon as Damien walks out the door, I let out a slow breath. It’s soft, almost soundless, like I’m trying not to break something fragile that still lives inside me. Maybe it’s me. Maybe I’m what’s fragile now. He really cares about me. I know that. Every word, every touch, every look tonight, he’s trying. He always has. But the truth is, I’m struggling. I don’t know where I’m at anymore. Everything feels fuzzy, like the world has gone slightly out of focus and I’m squinting to make it make sense again. I sit up slowly, brushing my hair back from my face. It’s still damp from the shower earlier, curling at the ends in soft, stubborn waves. I reach for my slippers and slide my feet in. They make a soft shuffling sound against the hardwood as I walk toward the door. It’s just 8 p.m. The hallway is dim and the air smells faintly of pancakes, probably and something else... cinnamon maybe. Damien must’ve added cinnamon. I smile a little at the thought. He always adds t
