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.

my feet,

the station!” the police

officers, I was

left the alley, I saw Dexter’s car.

looking disheveled. He

there, a bitter laugh escaping me. “Dexter, I

The love and this supposed gratitude had left

I need to let myself go,” I begged, my

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

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Chapter 12

Probably disgusted by the shame

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

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

the night,

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

shivered, curling up on the

an umbrella was held over me.

looked up to see

foot’s hurt, and I’m heading to the hospital. I can take you.”

“I’m a Detective, Robin Lancaster.

stood and eyed his

I said,

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

uneasy but still getting into