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,

go to the station!” the police claimed.

officers, I was still

left the alley, I

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

me. “Dexter, I don’t love you

love and this supposed gratitude had

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

rush wasn’t out of concern for me; he couldn’t face his mother if I died here.

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

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not following. Probably disgusted by the

foot was injured and dripped blood to the ground. I limped into the squad

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

night, appearing and vanishing without a

My foot numb with

rain continued, and I shivered,

Suddenly, an umbrella was

looked up to see an officer.

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

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

cautiously, I stood and eyed his

dirty,” I said, noting the blood.

“It’s fine.

uneasy but still getting into the car.