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 myself, “I’m

to the station!” the police

officers, I

the alley, I saw Dexter’s

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

bitter laugh escaping me. “Dexter, I

The love and this supposed gratitude had left me battered and bruised.

myself

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

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

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disgusted by the shame

ground. I limped into the squad car, feeling like a soulless

didn’t mention the man who had beaten the

a devil of the night, appearing and vanishing without a

numb with pain; I stumbled to the precinct’s door

shivered,

Suddenly, an umbrella was held

up to see an officer.

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

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

and eyed his

I said, noting

handed me some napkins, “It’s fine. I’ll

but still getting into