Freddie McClair.

Chapter 9.

"How is our work going?"

"I'm close, sir."

"How much close?"

"I need to get her to trust me completely. And I can't do that if that asshole gets in my way."

"If anyone gets in your way, get rid of him."

it's been a few months since James and me started to get closer and hook up and all that stuff. I knew from the beginning that he is so difficult to show his actual self to anyone but I think he did it. And I loved the fact that he did that for me.

Scott and I on the other hand were coming close enough too. We use to talk about pretty much everything, attend classes together, having fun and all that stuff. I was so relieved that everything worked up and everyone is happy.

Today, I had promised Scott I will help him with a project about the criminal's nature. He thinks I'm really talented at that stuff. So I wore my jeans and a t-shirt, grabbed coffee from the cafeteria and went to his room.

"Hello."

"Hello to yourself."

"So, I brought some info about your subject that could be very helpful. Shall we start?"

"Sure." he said and opened the laptop. "I managed to write the introduction myself. But I'm stuck in the part I have to explain how we recognize a criminal when we see him."

"Well, that's the most difficult part I guess. One source says that the criminal nature is created in childhood because of something tragic that happened like death of someone of your own. Another says that you are born a criminal."

"I believe in the first one."

"Why is that?"

"Because when something terrible happens and it's not under your control..you want to punish the responsible ones. To avenge them."

"You must have a weak personality then. Cause revenge is the easy part. The most important part is when you accept it and move on with your life."

"How am I supposed to move on when I know who is responsible and let him get away with it?"

"You speak like you feel it."

"Nonsense. I just express my opinion on the subject."

After many hours we were working on that project Scott suggested to go to the restaurant and eat something cause we were starving. I agreed with an expression of relief. We ordered food and sat on a table face to face.

"So how are things between you and James?" he asked looking curious.

"All fine." I answered honestly.

"You trust him?"

"Why do you ask me that Scott? Do you know something I don't?"

"Nah. I just..you know my opinion. I believe that you deserve better than that."

"I have already got the best, Scott. Please just stay out if it."

"Ok you're right. Besides it's none of my business. I just want you to know that you can trust me Gabs. I will always be here for you."

"Thanks. Really. You are very sweet Scott."

Then our food came and we started to eat like animals. When we finished we headed back to the rooms.

"Drop your gun mate. We both know you can't shoot me."

"Your surety is going to get you killed, mate."

"Oh maybe. Or maybe you're that stupid to kill me here."

"The police can do nothing to me. Noone can."

"And what about her? What will you say to her? She is never gonna trust you, ever again."

When we got back, I unlocked my closet and put the letter with the code in my pocket. I took the bus from the bus station in front of the uni and went to the bank.

"Goof afternoon. I'd like to take a look to my bank account, if this is possible."

"Sure miss. What's your name?"

"It's Gabriella Obrien. The account is from my father Alexander Obrien."

"Let me check your ID please. And the account code."

I gave her my ID and spelled the code from the letter. She confirmed it.

"Well Mrs.Obrien ir looks like you are a millionaire."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"There are 2 million dollars in your account."

"Oh fuck."

I didn't believe my ears. It can't be right. From where did all that money come from? I thanked her and she told me to keep the code and use it every time I want to open the account to take money. I left totally confused.