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“SALONE! SALONE, CRY FOR ME!” I shout, but nothing. I run everywhere, and only when I come across a waterfall do I see the tiny blanket Mama and Dad got for him when he was bornthree years ago. “SALONEEEEEEEEE!” I cry until my throat is sore, yet still nothing. I walk across the bank, looking even for a body…nothing…

I look for days as the sun goes up and down several times until I finally pass out.When I wake up… I’ll kill them… I’ll fucking kill them all. I’ll kill them I’ll kill them I?—”

I jump up from my sleep, head pounding, groaning, trying to remember what the fuck I dreamed about…

“Ugn…” I hear next to me and glance over to see Birdie sleeping peacefully, holding my pinkie.Fuck…I grunt, swinging my feet from the bed.

I try to get up but she clutches my pinkie. I snatch it out of her hands, gritting my teeth at the pain in my chest when I do so.Something has got to fucking give… what the fuck is wrong with me?

I need to put an end to his shit. With my mind made up, I swipe up the knife and go over to the bed, but the moment I place it to her throat, a lifeless body… alone with a blurred imagine of a bloodied woman comes to mind and I stagger back into the chair I’d fucked her on a few hours earlier.

What the fuck was that?

With my knife in hand, I sit at the edge of the bed, leg shaking.Cut her throat… I watch her sleep peacefully as if she has not acare in the world. On the other hand, I haven’t been able to sleep in days. When I woke up and she wasn’t there, my heart about gave out. My immediate thought went to her running away, and something I’ve never felt came over me…something I never in my fucking life want to feel again…

That’s why… that’s why I should kill her. That cop was the first of many. It’s been a few days now, but I know it’s only a matter of time before they show up and take me away. I made sure to bury that cop deep in the woods where no one would find him. It’s all too easy to slit her throat and do that same to her.I know I can get away, but to live my life on the fucking run?

Ha… I might as well be dead instead of living like that. I’d been tinkering with Birdie’s car, but that mother fucker and its mechanics… even though I’m good with my hands, I don’t know how to fucking work an electric vehicle with no fucking electricity. Fucking useless piece of shit! And the cop car might as well be a fucking tracking device.

None of that mattered until her. I’d always planned on getting my fill of her and going back on death row, but she made it so shit is complicated. There are things I never wanted to face in the outside world, but now… now it seems I have no choice.I can’t fucking picture her being in a world alone where others can touch her.

Birdie is mine, and the mere thought of another man… my eye twitches and my chest squeezes. The easiest thing to do would be to kill her… kill her and go back to prison. The other way is evenmore dangerous and fucked up. I run my tongue over my teeth, pausing when Birdie shuffles in bed.

“Uhnng, Saw…” she shifts in bed, yawning, sitting up and I placing the knife in my pocket.

“What, Birdie?”

“What are you doing up?” She rubs her eyes, not bothering to cover her breast. “Come to bed.” She holds out her hand and I grit my teeth at the urge to take it.

“Not right now. Just go back to bed,” I huff, standing, but she, as fucking per usual, doesn’t listen.

“But I don’t want to sleep without you,” she pleads, and that sexy ass whine immediately goes to my dick.

“For fuck’s sake, you’re really fucking hard-headed.” I glare.

“Well, big Daddy, are you going to complain about it or,” she pauses and stretches out, spreading her legs, flaunting my mark proudly. “Will you do me the honor of fucking it out of me?”

I go over to her, dipping my knee into the bed, licking my lips.This woman will be the death of m—A low thump in the front of the house has me pausing and cocking my head to the side.

“Daddy, y—” I hold my hand up and immediately her lips snap shut, and she goes on alert. I tilt my ear, and I hear voices… low, but they’re for sure there.

She must have heard them too because in no time at all, she’s over at the dresser throwing on clothes and quietly looking under the bed, where she pulls out a bag that seems like it’s already packed to the brim.What the fuck?

When the door creaks open in the living room and both of us can see the blue and red lights bouncing off the dark walls, we stare at each other, and she throws me a shirt which I quickly put on.

So that’s how they wanted to play it.They knew where I was, but they wanted to ambush me when they thought I was asleep…

Quickly, I move, and Birdie follows behind me like a baby chick, bag in hand as I go into the closet and lift the board that leads to outside. Her eyes go wide, probably shocked that this was here, but I needed a place to leave in and out she wouldn’t be able to find since I didn’t want her escaping.

I close the door to the closet and jump down, holding my arms out, and she quickly jumps with me. I take her hands, and we crouch down, but I curse when I see we’re surrounded and everywhere…fuck…

I tiptoe and we quickly leave from under the house, but not fast enough because one of the cops spots us and yells.

“FOUND HIM!!! HE’S RUNNING AND HE’S GO THE GIR—” I elbow him in the neck and he falls over unconscious. I drag him toward the trunk as Birdie hops into the cop’s car, pops the trunk, and places her seatbelt on as if nothing is happening. Once the cop is in the trunk, I grab his gun, go around and speed off just as the other cops come around the house with their guns drawn.

Before they can fire, I drive and weave through the trees. Luckily this place is huge as fuck and surrounded by trees, so there are plenty of places Birdie and I can hide until help comes.

“Saw, do you know where we are going?” she asks, and I shake my head. “Okay…” she sits back and doesn’t say another word as the radio comes on.

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