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Chapter 15

Untamed

BIRDIE

A Week Later…

“Robin…” I hear in my haze, eyes out of focus. My lips are dry and my throat hurts. What’s happening… where is Saw?

“Oh, my babbbbyyyyy! Look what that bastard did to my baby!!!” I hear my mother cry in the distance, but I don’t want to hear all that… where is Saw?

“Saaaaaw…” I mutter in my haze and I see someone come shine a light in my face.

“Ms. Grey, how are you feeling? You have been incapacitated for a week now…” someone speaks to me. A week? And Saw still has yet to come get me?

“Sawwww….” I mumble, and in my daze, I hear my sisters crying.

“Hell yeah, we are going to sue! Look at her! There is no fucking way Robin will ever be the same after this! She looks crazy!” I know that voice… I blink, trying to gain my bearings, my but vision feels out of focus. After a while, I groan and see that I’m in an all-white room and there are several people surrounding me, but my eyes zero in on that guy…

What was his name again?

“Ms. Grey… do you remember me? I’m Detective Woods.” My eyes snap to him.

“SAW! WHERE IS SAW?!” I blink, remembering he told me Saw didn’t want to see me.

“I’m glad you remember me…I’m sorry to bother you, but I have ques?—”

“Fuck your questions! I want to know how the state could allow this to happen to my baby?!” my mom shouts at the top of her lungs, making me wince.

“Please ma’am, I know you’re upset b?—”

“UPSET?! I AM BEYOND UPSET! I AM LIVID! I WILL BE SUING THE?—”

“Ma’am, please calm down. You’re causing distress to the patient!” the nurse states and my sisters stand up, knocking their chairs over, and the loud bang of their chair causes me to grow nauseous.

“BITCH, WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TELLING MY MAMA WHAT TO DO?!”

“GERICA, CHILL! ROBIN ALREADY WENT CRAZY AND MARCUS ALREADY IN JAIL! YOU NEED TO SIT YO ASS DOWN SOMEWHERE BEFORE YOU WIND UP LIKE THEM, FUCKING WITH THESE WHITE PEOPLE.” my brother poorly tries to explain.

“Please, you are being a disturbance!” the nurse raises her voice as well.

“Bitch, do you have any idea what my daughter has been through?! She was kidnapped and raped and is now pregnant by a murderer who killed himself after!”

“PREGNANT?! WAIT, KILLED HIMSELF?!” I fight to sit up in bed, heart racing. “Saw isn’t dead! You said th?—”

“That nigga dead!” my brother sneers and it’s as if someone throws a bucket of ice water on me.

“Wh-what… no…” I turn to Detective Woods, heart knocking against my chest as he runs his hands through his blond hair, cursing.

“Ms. Grey, I’m sorry. I was going to wait to tell you b?—”

“Wait to tell me th-that Saw is dead?” I stand, walking over to him on legs that don’t feel like mine, clutching his chest, waiting for him to tell me they’re lying.

“We found his burnt body and we have identified his re?—”

“NO! NO! NOOOOOOO!” I stagger back but he catches me as my mama faints or whatever the fuck she tries to do as chaos ensues.

“Ms. Grey! Ms. Grey! Please calm down!” Detective Woods pleas as he tries to contain me as I fight him off.

“NO! YOU’RE LYING! SAW ISN’T DEAD! SAW IS NOT DEAD! HE SAID HE’D NEVER LEAVE! HE SAID IF I LET GO, HE’LL TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR ME! NO!”

“I’M GOING TO SUE YOU BASTARDS! I’M GOING TO SUE YOU AND THE STATE FOR PAIN AND SUFFERING! I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU BASTARDS FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO MY BABY!” my mother screams louder than me, but I don’t care. All I want is Saw!

“SAAWWWWW!” I scream as nurses come in and hold me down. Suddenly, I feel that same prick in the neck, and I go limp, but my mind remains on Saw. He’s not dead… he can’t be!

Three weeks later…

“What the fuck do you mean you won’t sue?!” my mama glares at me, but I stare at her with blank eyes.

“I said what I said, Mama… I’m. Not. Suing. So please st—” She bangs her fist on the table, glaring at me.

“Then who the hell gon’ take care of that bastard, huh?! You just gon’ let them do you like this and not take anything in return?” she seethes, and I snort because I can see it. I can see she doesn’t really give a damn about me… neither her or my brother and sisters, who have been leeching off me, only care about a quick cash grab.

Every time they came to visit and when I wasn’t put under for supposedly losing my mind, they would ask me about suing the state for Saw being able to break out. They never once asked how I was doing. They never mentioned going to see if Marcus was okay after what happened, and they for damn sure don’t give a damn about my baby.

I have seen them on every talk show that will invite them cry, weep, and whine about my condition. They have milked the fact that I am pregnant and say they are going to get the money for my baby to help me cope, but that’s a lie…

It’s the lie I tell Marcus… that we’re good, but I can’t stand them. I have been by their side because even if I don’t like them, they’re my blood, but I have never hated someone more than I hate them now.

From the despicable way they speak about my unborn child, to their money-hungry behavior… I fucking hate them…

“Mama… I. Will. Not. Sue,” I force out and she reels back, slapping me, causing my head to go to the side and the inside of my jaw to be cut on my tooth.

“Who do you think you’re talking to?!” she curls her lip before rolling her eyes. “You know what? Forget it… at least give me the inside scoop on what happened in the cabin. We can sell that. Gerica got the baby coming soon and we’re throwing a pamper party… don’t you want to contribute something?”

I say nothing… I just sit there, mind floating to a time when I was happy. Saw…

“Fine!” she stands, knocking her chair back. “YOU CAN KEEP YOUR SECRETS! LIES SPREAD FURTHER THAN THE TRUTH ANYWAY!” She snatches up her new Louis Vuitton bag and struts out as I smile, knowing that will be the last time I’ll see her.

Sighing, I go to get up, but familiar blond hair walks in, and I plop back down, watching Detective Woods fix his tie and hold out flowers.

“M-Ms. Grey, uhm… I just saw your mother stomp out… is everything okay?” he asks, setting the flowers down on the table, but I only stare at them.

“Detective Woods… you’re here again?” I mutter groggily.

“I… I am…” He fiddles with his suit, and I look away. I know when a man wants to fuck me, and this man… he not only wants to fuck me, but he’s deemed himself having romantic interest in me… but I’m uninterested. “I wanted to check on you. How are you?”

I stare at him and close my eyes, working my jaw to find the words.

“I’m locked up in a mental institution, pregnant… the father of my child is miss?—”

“Dead…” he corrects me, and I pause, sighing, rubbing my temples. This again… When I found out that Saw was dead, I freaked out. However, when I was able to think about it, I could only giggle at my silliness. There is no fucking way.

That nigga broke out of prison for this pussy… just to die and leave me like this? Knowing Saw, he would have wanted to kill me rather than leave me alone. There’s no way that fucked up, possessive son of a bitch is dead.

“Detective… why are you here?”

“I told you… I… wanted to check on you.” He tries to reach out and take my hand, but I pull it back.

“And I told you I’m good.”

“Then why do you keep fighting the people here?”

“Do you not understand how crazy you sound?” I frown. “I’m a pregnant woman. I’m not fighting anyone… I’m defending myself…” I lean back, watching him look over his shoulder, half expecting Saw to pop up and break me out of here.

“If someone is bothering you then tell me… I’ll protect you.”

“I already have an Owner, Detective,” I let him know plainly and he flinches.

“Come on Robin… please stop talking like that. I know that time in the cabin felt like an eternity, but… you’re out now. I want to help you get out of here, remove that tattoo, and…” I tune him out.

The detective is a nice guy, but all I can think about Project Pat’s “Don’t Save Her.” The song plays in my head as he tries to convince me of my worth. It’s not something I need to be convinced of because I know what I can have. I know my worth, but for Saw, I’m willing to throw it all away.

I just want him… I can save my own damn self, but I can’t fuck me like he can… I don’t want to be saved. I want to drown under my man and…

“Robin! Are you listening?” He watches me, licking his lips, and I glance at the table.

“I am…” not.

“Good,” he sighs as he pulls out a notepad and pen, ready to write. “Now tell me what I can do to help.” Cute… like a puppy dog… I want to play with him.

“You know Detective… at night… there’s a male staff member that comes in and touches me..” I whisper and his eyes go wide, enraged. I squeeze my legs, pussy clenching thinking about Saw in front of me.

“Why are you just telling me this now?! Who is it?! I’ll see that he’s fired and charged!” he demands, and I don’t know if I want to laugh or cry, sitting back, already bored.

Fired or charged? This is why the detective won’t do…

Where is the anger? Why hasn’t he snatched me cross this table and sneered because I waited to tell him that I let someone touch me? Why have I not been bent over this table and fucked so hard that the nurse comes in thinking this nigga tryna kill me? If this was Saw, he’d know what to do…

“Tell me who’s bothering you in here. I’ll make a call,” he stresses, and I look away.

“It’s not necessary. I doubt they will bother me again, anyway.” I stare at the window, wondering if I jump, would Saw be down there to catch me? Like Harley Quinn from Suicide Squad, should I wait for Joker to come save me?

“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…