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 claimed.

officers, I was still

alley, I saw

He moved as if to speak to me, but no

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

love and this supposed gratitude had left

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

me; he couldn’t

at him with an ashen look, “Dexter, I can’t love

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not following. Probably disgusted by the shame I

blood to the ground. I limped into the squad car,

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

a devil of the night, appearing and vanishing without

allowed to leave. My foot numb with pain;

and I shivered, curling up on

an umbrella was held

to see an

foot’s hurt, and I’m heading to

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

stood and eyed

dirty,” I said,

me some napkins, “It’s fine. I’ll get my car washed

feeling uneasy but still