Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 11

“I didn’t do it, how many times do I have to say it before you’ll believe me? I didn’t push her…” Without any evidence, Dexter always took Melody’s word as gospel. He trusted her unconditionally.

As for me? I might as well have been trash.

“Phoebe, you really deserve to die.”

The phrase he loved to throw at me was, “Phoebe, you deserve to die.”

That day, he didn’t let me off the hook. He slept with me in the club’s VIP room just to humiliate

1. me.

“Phoebe, do you have any idea how much those barflies charge for a night? Eight hundred…”

“Phoebe, you’re not even worth that much.”

“Phoebe, maybe I should’ve just let them have their way with you, huh?”

I lay on the couch numbly, feeling like my soul had been shredded to pieces.

“Dexter, please, just leave me alone…”

recall how long he

he finally let go of me and straightened his clothes with a look of disgust. He

lost control and

don’t leave me behind. Please.” I begged

slammed the door behind him, not caring about the mess he’d left me

a rag that was crumpled on the floor and slowly getting up. Stepping on broken glass, the pain and the sight of blood snapped

was left of my shirt, hugging the tattered fabric

down, and Dexter was

How much for the night? You look like you’ve been through the wringer,” the waiter asked about my price per

ran

“Why run? Playing the innocent? After being used like that by a rich guy, you’re not

away and muttered, “Don’t touch

back home in one piece if you go out like that? You might as well let me have

How could they possibly let me

to leave me alone, but he walked away

tears streaming down my face as I

was right. No sooner had I left the club than

for the police, crying as I waited for the moment of rescue and

love

had to survive.

escape as far away as possible.