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2025-02-06 21:00:11
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He 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
Huling Na-update : 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
Huling Na-update : 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
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-06He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Quick question
Do Y'all think Imogene is being too nosy?she never listens.
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-06He 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
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-06He 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
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-07He 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
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-07He 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
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-08
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He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Art Date
Damien Shaw “What else do you need me to grab? Your handbag?” I ask, watching her in the mirror as she pulls her hair up into one of those quick, messy buns that somehow still looks perfect on her.We’ve been in this house for a few days now. No noise. No schedules. Just the two of us. It’s been good but I figured she might want to stretch her wings a little. When I found out there was a small art center just half an hour from here, I booked us a private session. No people. No distractions. Just space and light and canvas.“I can grab my bag,” she says, walking to the bed where it’s tossed beside the sundress she picked earlier. It’s light yellow that ends just mid-thigh. Her bare legs steal my attention for a second longer than I mean them to.But I’m faster. I reach for the bag before she can.“You’re not allowed to carry anything,” I say, grabbing it and slinging it over my shoulder. It’s half the size of her and somehow still weighs a damn ton.She frowns at me like I’ve ju
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Everything
Imogene Scott The sun is starting to go down when I wake up. The blanket is still tucked around me, and I stretch, feeling the tightness in my muscles from the nap Damien insisted I take after lunch. My body is still warm. I glance over to the clock, surprised by how much time has passed.As I sit up, Damien appears in the doorway, a small smile playing on his lips. His eyes are bright, and there’s a glint of mischief in them. He’s holding something behind his back, though I can’t tell what.“Feeling better?” he asks, his voice low, smooth. I nod slowly, still trying to shake off the drowsiness.“You wouldn’t let me sleep through the afternoon, would you?” I tease, stretching again as my arms reach above my head, my back arching. He chuckles softly, shaking his head.“I had a plan for you,” he says, stepping into the room. His smile widens. “So, I prepared a little something special for you while you were asleep.”I raise an eyebrow. “Oh really?” “Yes, really,” he says, an
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Sus
Damien Shaw It’s surprising how bright the morning sun is after the heavy rain last night. I shift under the sheets and my hand reaches out instinctively, searching for Imogene, but the space beside me is empty.I sit up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. The house is quiet. I swing my legs over the side of the bed, the cool floor sending a slight shiver up my spine.As I step into the hallway, the aroma of fresh apples wafts through the air. I follow the scent to the dining area and find Imogene seated at the table, meticulously slicing apples into thin wedges.“Why are you doing this so early in the morning?” I ask, approaching her.She looks up, a soft smile playing on her lips. “I just crave apples.”I chuckle, “You should’ve woken me up to cut them for you.”“It’s fine,” she replies, focusing back on her task.Suddenly, her phone beeps. She sets down the knife and picks up the device, answering the incoming video call. Kia's face appears on the screen, and beside her is
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Fall
Damien Shaw We go back inside after the rain. I lead Imogene to the bathroom where I prepare her a hot bath. Steam curls up from the tub as I swirl my hand through the water, checking the temperature. Not too hot. Just warm enough to soothe her bones. She stands there quietly beside me. Her lashes are still damp from the rain, and I help her out of the oversized hoodie with gentle hands. My fingers graze her shoulders, and I swear, even soaked to the skin, she glows. There’s a peace in her eyes I haven’t seen in weeks.She steps into the bath with a small sigh, like her whole body is unraveling, and I wait for a second—just watching her exhale. Then I step out, give her space. She needs this.While she soaks, I clear the chaos we left behind. Plates. Crumpled napkins. Half a pint of chocolate ice cream melting on the coffee table. The rain’s still coming down in sheets outside, thick drops racing down the windowpanes.I grab a towel, ruffle it through my hair, then toss it o
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
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Way Back
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
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Day One
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
