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He 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.
Last Updated : 2025-02-06He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back A Friend?
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.”
Last Updated : 2025-02-06He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Nosy much?
Imogene ScottI watch as Georgia storms off and my heart sinks. It’s not just pity I feel for her. It’s grief. The kind of grief that comes when you see someone walking straight into destruction and know there’s nothing you can do to stop them. Georgia has fallen victim to a cruel lie, a lie that’s taken root so deep inside her that she’s willing to mutilate her own body for it. I let out a slow breath and glance down. Something catches my eye near the bench where she was sitting. A piece of paper flutters slightly against the pavement, likely having slipped from Georgia’s pocket. I reach down and pick it up. “The Blues Heavenly Gate” I read.The name alone makes my skin crawl. Below it, their motto is printed in bold, black letters: Another Chance at a Better Life.I scoff. The audacity. So this is who’s deceiving people like Georgia? Filling their heads with fairytales, convincing them they need to ‘sacrifice’ something to earn a better existence in their so-called next
Last Updated : 2025-02-06He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Burn
Damien ShawI take a deep breath as I stare at Imogene. She looks pale, still too fragile for my liking, but at least there’s more color in her cheeks now. She’s getting better. That should be the only thing that matters. But I know we can’t ignore the conversation that’s been hanging over us, the one I’ve been avoiding. I hate that I’m still angry with her, hate that I can’t just let it go, but the image of her collapsing, covered in blood, won’t leave my head. She almost died. The twins almost died. All because she couldn’t leave things alone. I finally speak. “I’m glad you’re getting better.” She nods, offering a small smile. “Me too.” I rub a hand over my jaw, glancing at the floor before meeting her eyes again. “I’m sorry I’ve been… distant.” Imogene tilts her head slightly, studying me. “I understand.” Of course she does. She always does. That doesn’t mean I’m going to let this go easily. “You know I care about you,” I say. “I never want anything bad to happen to y
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
Last Updated : 2025-02-06He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Quick question
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Imogene Scott I’m able to make it past the gate with just the burner phone hidden under my flowing dress. My heart pounds so loudly in my chest I half expect the guards to hear it. The moment they wave me forward, I exhale, forcing my feet to move. I just hope this phone works when I need it.The air is filled with smoke. I step forward into the yard, my eyes darting around, trying to take it all in without looking too obvious.The place looks like an old monastery with stone walls. Lanterns flicker along the pathways. But it’s the fire in the center of the yard that makes my stomach clench.An open flame is glowing and around it, people in dark robes move in a slow circle, chanting. Their feet drag against the dirt, heads bowed as if in deep prayer. It doesn’t feel like worship. It feels like a ritual. A cold shiver rolls down my spine.“Keep moving.” I nearly jump out of my skin at the sharp voice behind me. One of the escorts—an older woman with severe cheekbones and dark ey
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Damien Shaw Since the ice cream truck across the hospital is closed, Lily and I decided to go for smoothies instead. Somewhere in the middle of the smoothie-maker blending the strawberry-banana smoothie, I rake it’s almost 8pm. “A little extra lemon juice, if you can,” Lily says standing on her toes so she can be able to see whatever the smoothie maker is doing. I can notice her eyeing the lemon in the smoothie-maker’s hand.“Eeeeeven more lemon,” Lily reiterates.After getting us smoothies, we return back to the hospital. Imogene is no where in sight but the nurse reassures me she probably went on a walk. “This is so good,” Lily says, taking a large spoonful of the smoothie into her mouth. We’re now sitted on a couch in Imogene’s hospital room. “Can you turn on the tv daddy?” Lily asks, pointing at the tv on the wall.I sigh, grabbing the remote and pressing the power button. The screen comes to life, and immediately, the headline slaps me across the face like a hammer. “TH
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Imogene Scott The room is back to being quiet as I watch as Damien and Lily disappear through the door. Lily suddenly wants ice cream and Damien has no choice but to take her. God, I just need this moment alone. I turn to the nurse. “I’m sorry you had to lie.” She doesn’t look at me, just continues checking the IV line. “I didn’t do anything.” A sigh escapes my lips. I know she covered for me when Damien questioned my bruises. I had gotten them from running through the woods when I was trying to escape from the retreat a few hours ago. I’m lucky I made it back on time, if I didn’t, Damien would’ve suspected something. I know the nurse saw through my weak excuse. But she also knows better than to ask questions. As soon as the door clicks shut behind her, I reach under the pillow and pull out the small USB drive and the stack of documents Mia shoved into my hands before I ran. I run my fingers over the cool metal, my pulse drumming in my ears. I feel unsafe with this in
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Ramez Stangard
Damien ShawThe second Lily hops into the back seat, she’s already talking. “Are we going to see Mummy now?"I glance at her through the rearview mirror, one brow raised. Not even a hello? I grip the steering wheel, shifting the car into drive. Sheila is out running some chores so I have to be the one to pick up Lily. "You haven’t even said hello to Daddy yet," I point out. Lily huffs, as if greetings are a waste of time. "Sorry." I shake my head. "It’s fine, sweetie, but we’re not seeing Mummy for another two hours." Lily’s face scrunches up in disappointment. She slouches her shoulders dramatically then glances up at me again. "Why?" she finally asks. "Visiting hours." "What about Sheila?" she asks. "Busy. You’re stuck with Daddy for now." I say with a smirk.She slouches dramatically in her booster seat again. "Daddy is no fun." I scoff. "Hey, I can be fun too." She gives me a skeptical look. "Really?" "Really," I confirm. Lily thinks f
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Escape
Imogene Scott At exactly noon, Mia creates the distraction. She approaches one of the officials, a tall, gaunt man with graying hair, and speaks to him in hushed tones. He frowns, then nods, leading her away. Now’s my chance. I slip away from the kitchen, walking briskly. My heart pounds as I weave between buildings. My fingers grip the hidden burner phone under my robe. I scan the area, looking for anything.Then I see them. Two men standing near a shaded alcove. One of them, a burly man with a cruel smirk, lets out a bark of laughter. “These people will believe anything,” he scoffs. “As long as we promise them salvation, they'll give us everything they have.” I freeze, heart hammering. Slowly, carefully, I lift the burner phone and hit record. The other man shakes his head, grinning. “They think suffering will earn them a place in heaven. Fools.” Rage burns through me, but I stay still, willing my hands to stay steady. I zoom in slightly, making sure I capture
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Plan
Imogene Scott It’s Mia. She’s standing at the foot of the stairs. My heart skips, but the instant I see her, a knot tightens in my stomach. She’s not supposed to be here, neither am I.“Mia!” I whisper, too loudly. She’s standing there, looking every bit as out of place as I feel. She rushes up to me and her hands grip my arms. “Kathy, what are you doing down here? It’s dangerous. You shouldn’t be here.” My stomach drops even though I don’t quickly register that name. Oh wait, I’m Kathy.“I—I don’t understand,” I stutter. “Why are you here? What’s going on?” Mia takes a deep breath, steadying herself before she speaks. Her eyes dart around, checking to make sure no one’s listening. “I’m a reporter, Imogene. I’ve been investigating The Blues Heavenly Gates. They’re a cult. And they’ve been hiding something massive. I’m here to gather evidence. To expose them.” The words hardly make sense. Reporter. Evidence. I’m trying to process it all, but it doesn’t quite sink in. I b
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Captive
Imogene Scott I’m able to make it past the gate with just the burner phone hidden under my flowing dress. My heart pounds so loudly in my chest I half expect the guards to hear it. The moment they wave me forward, I exhale, forcing my feet to move. I just hope this phone works when I need it.The air is filled with smoke. I step forward into the yard, my eyes darting around, trying to take it all in without looking too obvious.The place looks like an old monastery with stone walls. Lanterns flicker along the pathways. But it’s the fire in the center of the yard that makes my stomach clench.An open flame is glowing and around it, people in dark robes move in a slow circle, chanting. Their feet drag against the dirt, heads bowed as if in deep prayer. It doesn’t feel like worship. It feels like a ritual. A cold shiver rolls down my spine.“Keep moving.” I nearly jump out of my skin at the sharp voice behind me. One of the escorts—an older woman with severe cheekbones and dark ey
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Quick question
Do Y'all think Imogene is being too nosy?she never listens.
He 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
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Burn
Damien ShawI take a deep breath as I stare at Imogene. She looks pale, still too fragile for my liking, but at least there’s more color in her cheeks now. She’s getting better. That should be the only thing that matters. But I know we can’t ignore the conversation that’s been hanging over us, the one I’ve been avoiding. I hate that I’m still angry with her, hate that I can’t just let it go, but the image of her collapsing, covered in blood, won’t leave my head. She almost died. The twins almost died. All because she couldn’t leave things alone. I finally speak. “I’m glad you’re getting better.” She nods, offering a small smile. “Me too.” I rub a hand over my jaw, glancing at the floor before meeting her eyes again. “I’m sorry I’ve been… distant.” Imogene tilts her head slightly, studying me. “I understand.” Of course she does. She always does. That doesn’t mean I’m going to let this go easily. “You know I care about you,” I say. “I never want anything bad to happen to y
