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“And why is that?” he asks, and I turn to him, blinking, snorting at my own question.

“Because last I heard, he overdosed on his patient’s medication and is on life support…” I smile, and he pulls back as I look back out the window.No, I don’t need to be saved. I’ll save my damn self and find Saw, and when I do…

Chapter 16

Songless

BIRDIE

Three Months Later…

“Ms. Grey, how are you feeling today?” The nurse comes in holding my meds and I smile even though I don’t feel like it.I just want to get out of here, even if that means pretending to be okay.

“Good, thank you for asking,” I respond politely.

“I’m glad to hear that. Your outbursts have completely ceased, and the doctor approved your release,” she says the words I have been waiting to hear for the past four months. Finally, I can leave this place…I can leave this place and visit Saw.

“Good. I’m glad.” I keep a mild reaction, scared that if I react too excitedly the bitch might lie and say some shit about me having an outburst again, causing me to stay in here longer.

“Wow, so behaved!” she beams, handing me the prescription and I take it, holding the pills in the corner of my cheek where my wisdom tooth is before I open my mouth for her to check until she’s satisfied.

I sit there, annoyed as the pill starts to dissolve while she reads over my discharge papers, but I don’t give a fuck about none of that. I just want to go.

By the time she’s done talking and leaves the room, I jump up, spit the pills out, and take my coat. I leave the room and head to the lobby where I pause in my tracks when I see the last person I thought I would see through the glass windows out front. Detective Woods stands there holding a bouquet of roses.

What the fuck…I head out frowning and he immediately stands straight, fixing himself.

“Robin!” He runs his hands through his hair smiling, and I cautiously go up to him.

“Detective Woods? What are you doing here?” I look him over as he holds out the bouquet.

“Congratulations on getting out,” he states, surprising me and making my eyes go wide.

“Oh! Th-thank you…” I awkwardly accept the roses, smelling them, feeling a bit nice that someone cared enough to come see me. My family stopped visiting once the press got bored of menot talking and once I said I wasn’t suing to get a cash grab. Detective Woods was the only person who visited me weekly.

“It’s my pleasure,” his face goes red, and I see that same look of desire on his face. I’m tempted to tease him, but I don’t want to go down that road when I know he’s interested in me. I know where my heart lies, and I know what would happen if Saw were to find out. They can say he’s dead all they want…I know he’s out there.

Woods is a good guy, and I’m all too aware that Saw would body rock his ass if I let him lay a finger on me. I squeeze my legs, thinking about the scene in the woods with that other cop that thankfully they didn’t find, or I’m sure the questions would have been way different than what they were.

“You’re sweet, Detective Woods, but I’m sure you’re not supposed to be doing this…” I tell him, looking into his eyes, and he swallows, looking away.

“I… yes, I’m not supposed to, but how can I help it when there’s a beautiful woman that has caught my attention?” He looks me over and on God… I wish I felt something. A nice man like Woods would be perfect. I can see it now… he’d marry me within months, and he’d take care of my unborn baby. He’d set me up so I never had to work. Not to mention sex would be fire… he indeed looks like he’s packing heat.

But I don’t want it. My mind body and soul were captured by a beast, and I can’t let it go to a human. I don’t want a white picket fence, I want a cage. I don’t want desire, I want all-consuminglust. I don’t want fire, I want a nigga to take me to hell and drag me by the neck while doing it.

I have never found myself saying I’m a stupid woman, but in this case, I know damn well I’m stupid as hell. But my fate was sealed the moment Saw walked out and our eyes met. He is the only one who can feed this dying flame inside me.

“You are treading dangerous waters, Detective Woods. I highly suggest you stop there, lest you find yourself in a whole heap of trouble,” I warn him smirking, and he swallows.

“Ms. Grey, you’re not still believing that Saw is still alive, right?” he frowns, and I smell the flowers once more before handing them back to him.

“I don’t just think it, Detective Woods… I know it.”

“HE’S DEAD, ROBIN… PICK ME!”

“I could never pick you, Detective… you’re too sweet,” I admit as a sad smile permeates my face. “You want to hold me, love me, everything you think I deserve. You want to be gentle with me an?—”

“I do… I desperately do, Robin. Please… for the love of God, pick me.”

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