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.

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

to the station!” the police claimed.

the officers, I

the alley, I saw Dexter’s car.

disheveled. He moved as

stood there, a bitter laugh escaping me.

love and this supposed gratitude had left me battered

to let myself go,” I

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

forced a smile at him with

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disgusted

ground. I limped into the squad car, feeling like a

the man who had beaten the other.

night, appearing and vanishing without a

my statement, I was allowed to leave. My foot numb with pain; I stumbled to the precinct’s door and collapsed outside.

shivered, curling up on the ground.

umbrella was held over

up to see an

heading to the

my wariness, he spoke again, “I’m a Detective, Robin Lancaster. There’s no need to

I stood and eyed

I said, noting the blood.

some napkins, “It’s fine. I’ll

I muttered, feeling uneasy but