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…”

couldn’t recall how long he

alcohol started to wear off, he finally let go of me and straightened his clothes with a look of

as if disgusted that he’d lost control and touched something as filthy as

leave me behind. Please.” I begged

turned and slammed the door behind him, not caring about the mess

was crumpled on the floor and slowly getting up. Stepping on broken glass, the pain and the sight of blood snapped me back to reality.

in what was left of my shirt, hugging

the club, the rain poured down, and

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

ran out

innocent? After being used like that

was terrified. I backed away and muttered, “Don’t touch

back home in one piece if you go out like that? You might as

could they possibly

knew it was dangerous to leave me alone, but he walked

tears streaming

right. No sooner had I left the club than I was

as I waited for the moment of rescue and that’s when I sobered

love him

had to

as far