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

to the station!”

officers, I was still shaking.

left the alley, I saw Dexter’s

looking disheveled. He moved as

bitter laugh escaping me. “Dexter, I don’t love

The love and this supposed gratitude had left

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

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

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

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Chapter 12

not following. Probably disgusted by the shame I

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

mention the man who had

was like a devil of the night, appearing and vanishing

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

rain continued, and I shivered, curling up

was held over me.

looked up to see an officer.

I’m heading to the hospital. I can take

“I’m a Detective, Robin Lancaster. There’s no

I stood and

dirty,” I said, noting the

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

you…” I muttered, feeling uneasy but still getting into the