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

go to the station!” the police claimed.

I was still shaking.

the alley, I

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

there, a bitter laugh escaping me. “Dexter, I don’t love you anymore.”

gratitude had left me

myself go,” I

wasn’t out of concern for me; he couldn’t

officer’s jacket, I forced a smile at him with an ashen

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frozen, not following. Probably disgusted by the shame I

and dripped blood to the ground. I

mention the man who had

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

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

shivered, curling up on

an umbrella was held over me.

looked up to see

your foot’s hurt, and I’m heading to the

a Detective, Robin Lancaster. There’s no need to

and eyed

said,

handed me some napkins, “It’s fine.

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