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,

go to the station!” the police claimed.

the officers, I

left the alley,

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

me. “Dexter, I

and this supposed gratitude had left me battered and

me go, please. I need to let myself go,” I begged, my voice choked with tears.

out of concern for me; he

the officer’s jacket, I forced a smile at him with an ashen look, “Dexter, I can’t love you

1/3

12-14

Chapter 12

stood frozen, not following. Probably disgusted by the shame I brought.

was injured and dripped blood to the ground. I

the station, I didn’t mention the man who had beaten the other.

a devil of the night, appearing and vanishing

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

shivered, curling

was held

looked up to see an officer.

heading to the

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

and

I said, noting the

napkins, “It’s fine. I’ll get my car washed tomorrow.”

feeling uneasy but still getting