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, clutching myself, “I’m not…”

go to the station!” the police

I was still shaking.

we left the alley, I saw

stepping out into the rain, looking disheveled. He moved as if to speak to me, but no words

a bitter laugh escaping me.

this supposed gratitude had left me battered

me go, please. I need to let myself go,” I begged, my voice

for me; he couldn’t face his mother if

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

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Chapter 12

disgusted by the

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

I didn’t mention the man who had beaten

the night, appearing and vanishing without

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

shivered, curling up

an umbrella was held over

to see an officer.

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

wariness, he spoke again, “I’m a Detective,

cautiously, I stood and eyed

I said, noting

napkins, “It’s fine. I’ll get my car

uneasy but still getting into the