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He’s Here

Penulis: Siwa Rose
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-06-18 05:54:51

Imogene Scott

They wheel Damien away before I can even kiss his forehead.

“Wait, please, wait…” My voice is too broken, too small. The doors swing shut in my face, and he disappears behind sterile white.

I’m frozen for a second, like I can’t figure out what to do with my limbs. My hands shake as I stare down at them. There’s blood on my palms, his blood. It’s drying at the edges, thick and coppery in the center. My fingertips tremble as I lower them to my lap, blinking past the sting in my eyes.

I bury my face in my hands and let the sob escape my throat.

I don’t even care who hears me.

I pace. Back and forth across the white tiles of the emergency waiting room, under the humming fluorescent lights that make everything look like it’s happening in some kind of nightmare. My chest is tight. Every breath is a battle. I still feel the weight of his body falling against me. The way he grunted when the bullet hit him. The way he looked at me—like I was his whole world.

He didn’t even thi
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  • He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back   Okay

    Imogene ScottI feel it before I see it.A soft twitch. The slightest movement beneath my cheek.I jolt upright, eyes snapping open. My neck aches from sleeping in the chair, and my hand is still wrapped around his. Damien’s fingers are curling slowly around mine.My heart starts pounding.“Damien?” My voice is barely a whisper.His eyelids flutter. Then those dark eyes, still a little glassy, still groggy, finally find mine.A lazy, familiar smile curls at the corner of his mouth. “Told you I’d carry your burden,” he rasps.I break.I don’t even try to hold it in. Tears fall freely down my cheeks, and I laugh and cry all at once as I clutch his hand tighter and lean forward to press my forehead against his.“Don’t ever do that again,” I sob. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again.”“I’m not going anywhere,” he murmurs. His voice is hoarse, but his thumb brushes my hand gently. “You think I’d miss meeting our babies?”I shake my head, still crying. “I was so scared.”“I know,”

  • He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back   He’s Here

    Imogene ScottThey wheel Damien away before I can even kiss his forehead.“Wait, please, wait…” My voice is too broken, too small. The doors swing shut in my face, and he disappears behind sterile white.I’m frozen for a second, like I can’t figure out what to do with my limbs. My hands shake as I stare down at them. There’s blood on my palms, his blood. It’s drying at the edges, thick and coppery in the center. My fingertips tremble as I lower them to my lap, blinking past the sting in my eyes.I bury my face in my hands and let the sob escape my throat.I don’t even care who hears me.I pace. Back and forth across the white tiles of the emergency waiting room, under the humming fluorescent lights that make everything look like it’s happening in some kind of nightmare. My chest is tight. Every breath is a battle. I still feel the weight of his body falling against me. The way he grunted when the bullet hit him. The way he looked at me—like I was his whole world.He didn’t even thi

  • He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back   Revenge

    Damien Shaw We arrive just after sunset. The abandoned industrial site sprawls ahead like a graveyard of rusted steel. I step out of the black van, boots crunching against gravel, heart pounding so hard it drowns out the voices on the comms. The SWAT team fans out around me—silent, disciplined, lethal. My eyes scan every corner, every shadow. Somewhere inside that building is Imogene. Somewhere in there are Kia and Lily.I adjust the earpiece, my voice low but sharp. “You know the plan. Secure the perimeter. Locate Kia and Lily. No one pulls a damn trigger unless I say so.”A chorus of affirmatives answers back.The building groans with the wind as I move in, weapon holstered but ready. It smells like mildew and oil—old decay wrapped in cold air. The walls are lined with corroded pipes, graffiti, and silence. Flashlights cut through the dark like blades. I don’t breathe easy until I hear a whispered voice in my earpiece.“Targets located. Trunk of a black sedan. Both alive, sed

  • He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back   Traitor

    Imogene ScottDamien’s knuckles are white around the steering wheel as we drive home from the airport.I glance down at my lap, then slowly reach over and place my hand on his. His jaw is tight, that muscle twitching again. The one that always flares up when he’s on the edge of unraveling. I trace a gentle circle on the back of his hand with my thumb.“Are you okay?” I ask.He doesn’t look at me when he answers. “Yeah. Everything’s fine.”I don’t believe him—not even a little. But I nod anyway. Maybe he’s just tired. Maybe he’s just anxious to be back home, to get back to normal, whatever normal even means anymore.But when we pull into the driveway and I open the door, the quiet hits me like a slap. A heavy, unnatural stillness. My heart lurches.No Lily running out the front door with that wild hair and crooked smile.No Sheila at the window, waving politely with a cup of tea in hand.Nothing.Inside, the silence grows louder.“Lily?” I call, voice cracking. “Kia?”I kick off my sho

  • He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back   The Mole

    Damien ShawThe last few days have been great. Simple. Quiet. Honest.Away from the scrutinizing eyes of the public. Away from boardroom whispers, tabloid poison, the insatiable mouths of people who don’t know a damn thing about us. About her.The world’s been trying to convince me I’m losing the woman I love. That Imogene’s not safe. That she’s dangerous. A murderer. A liar. Unfit.But now?Now she looks like herself. She feels like herself.She’s smiling as she folds the last piece of clothing into her suitcase, humming under her breath. God. When was the last time she smiled like that? When was the last time I saw her move without fear in her spine?I stand there for a second, just watching her. Watching the woman who fought tooth and nail to survive something most people would’ve never come back from. But she’s still here.The doctor was right. A change of environment, a little peace, space to breathe—this is what she needed. Not more meds. Not another psych eval. Not another god

  • He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back   Last Day

    Imogene ScottIt’s finally the last night of our trip. That thought settles in my chest like a slow ache. It’s finally come to an end, and frankly, I never wanted it to. I could live in this bubble with Damien forever—no clocks, no emails, no eyes watching me like I might shatter again. But our life is waiting for us back in L.A. Lily. Kia. Sheila.Reality.I sit cross-legged on the bed, the sunset bleeding gold through the gauzy curtains behind me. My phone feels heavy in my hand as I dial Kia. The call rings twice before it connects. And there she is—Lily. My sunshine.“Mummy!” she squeals, her tiny face filling the screen, cheeks round and flushed, curls sticking to her forehead. Her front teeth are smeared with what looks like chocolate.A laugh bubbles up in my throat. “Hi baby! How are you?”She beams. “I’m fine! Aunty Kia made pancakes again. She put sprinkles on them.” Her little hands gesture wildly.I smile so hard it hurts. “That sounds amazing. Where are Aunty Kia and Shei

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