Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 12

I curled up and hugged my head, too scared to make a sound or look up.

The stench of blood and screams echoed through the alley as the rain poured down heavily, the darkness obliterating any chance of seeing the attacker’s face.

All I knew was that he was tall and ruthless, his blows meant to kill.

The sound of sirens brought my heart back from my throat.

“Police!” they exclaimed.

By the time the officers arrived, the tall shadow that had been dealing out violence stumbled away, leaving nothing but a pool of blood that confirmed he was real, not a figment of my imagination.

“Who did this?” one cop asked.

I stayed silent, still huddled in the corner.

“Some maniac. Aren’t you cops supposed to catch him?!” the victim railed.

The cop approached me, “Did you see who did this? Which way did the culprit go?”

Numbly, I shook my head. Even if I had seen, I wouldn’t tell. These men deserved it.

“They… they were going to assault me,” I croaked out.

The officer frowned, “Take everyone in!”

“Christ, she was dressed like that and we thought she was a hooker,” one of the assailants spat out in an attempt to smear my name.

I struggled to my feet, clutching myself, “I’m

station!” the police claimed.

the officers, I was still

alley,

into the rain, looking disheveled. He moved as if to speak

me. “Dexter, I don’t love you

anymore. The love and this supposed gratitude had left

to let myself go,” I begged, my

his rush wasn’t out of concern for me; he couldn’t face his mother if I died here.

the officer’s jacket, I forced a smile at him with an ashen

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not following. Probably disgusted

injured and dripped blood to the ground. I limped into the squad car, feeling like

the

was like a devil of the night, appearing and vanishing without a

to leave. My foot numb with pain; I stumbled to the precinct’s door

and I shivered, curling up on

an umbrella was held

looked up to see

heading to the hospital.

a Detective, Robin Lancaster. There’s no need to be scared.”

I stood and eyed

dirty,” I said, noting the blood.

fine. I’ll get my

but still getting into the car.