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.

feet, clutching myself, “I’m not…”

go to the station!” the

the officers, I was still shaking.

left the alley, I

had come back, stepping out into the rain, looking disheveled. He moved

there, a bitter laugh escaping me. “Dexter, I don’t love you anymore.”

this supposed gratitude had left me battered and

let myself go,” I begged, my voice

concern for me; he couldn’t face his mother

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

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following. Probably disgusted by the shame I

and dripped blood to the ground. I limped into the squad

didn’t mention the

like a devil of the night, appearing

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

I shivered, curling up on the

an umbrella was held

looked up to see

heading to the hospital. I can take you.”

Detective, Robin Lancaster. There’s no

I stood and eyed his

said,

me some napkins, “It’s fine. I’ll get my

uneasy but still getting