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…”

how long he tormented me.

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

if disgusted that he’d lost control

behind. Please.” I begged him.

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

and slowly getting up. Stepping on broken glass, the pain

in what was left of my shirt, hugging the tattered fabric to my

rain poured down, and Dexter was nowhere in sight.

You look like you’ve been through the wringer,” the waiter asked about my price per night with

respond, just ran out in

After being used like that

was terrified. I backed away and muttered, “Don’t touch me. I’ll call the cops…”

streets are full of drunks. You think you’ll still be back home in one piece if you go out like that?

drunks were everywhere outside. How could they

knew it was dangerous to leave me alone, but he walked away without looking

I pushed the waiter, tears

left the club than I was

the police, crying as I waited for the

didn’t love

had to survive.

had to escape as far away