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.

to my feet, clutching myself, “I’m

go to the station!” the police claimed.

I was

left the alley, I saw Dexter’s car.

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

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

supposed gratitude had left me battered and

me go, please. I need to let myself

of concern for me; he couldn’t face his mother if I died

him with an ashen look, “Dexter, I can’t love you anymore.”

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Chapter 12

Probably disgusted by the shame I brought.

to the ground. I limped into the squad

I didn’t mention the man who had

like a devil of the night, appearing and vanishing without a

leave. My foot numb with pain; I

continued, and I shivered, curling up on the ground.

was held

up to see an officer.

I’m heading to the hospital. I can

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

stood and eyed his car.

said, noting the

handed me some napkins, “It’s fine.

but still getting