I Trust You

Bye!

"Mr.Maxwell? What are you doing here?" Grace squeaks, jumping off the bench and stumbling towards the bars.

"What am I doing here?" He mutters, his hand on his chin. "The real question is why you're behind bars, Ms.Fontanel?"

Grace tears her gaze away from Vincent's icy eyes and stares at a large crack in the cell's cement floor.

An awkward silence settles over them as Grace tries to avoid Vincent's glare.

"And who is this?" A voice asks from behind Grace, breaking the choking silence

"Oh, Mr.Maxwell meet my cell mate..." Grace trails off, realising she didn't know his name let alone bothered to ask.

"Nico." He finishes, putting a hand on Grace's shoulder.

"Right, Nico!" Grace says, her eyes back on Vincent. "Nico, this is my boss, Mr.Maxwell."

"Pleasure to meet you." Nico nods, his eyes never leaving Vincent's.

Silence passes as the two eye each other before Vincent turns his gaze to Grace.

"I'm sorry to cut your vacation short but we have to go."

"Go? What do you mean? Are they letting me out?" Grace rushes, her hands gripping the cold steel.

"Unfortunately." An officer says, walking up to the cell in a loose blue uniform around his scrawny figure.

"Are you serious?"

"As cancer."

The officer saunters up to the cell door and takes out a small, silver key from the back of his pocket before slowly sticking it in the key hole and forcefully turning it. As Grace hears the loud click of the lock she pushes against the door, the officer stumbling back.

"I'm free, I'm actually free." She breathes, her hand on the pale white wall as she looks at the doors leading out the police station.

"You're welcome." Vincent mutters, his grey suit jacket in his arms as he walks away.

"What?" Grace mumbles following closely behind him.

Just as she pushes open the door she freezes as a still silent voice whispers a name.

"Nico!"

Passing the station desk, Grace rushes over back to the cell to find Nico leaning back against the bars, his brow cocked and arms folded.

"And here I thought you forgot about me." He teases, lifting himself off and walking towards the edge.

"Never." Grace says, biting her lip as the guilt slowly builds. "Okay, maybe I did but only for a split second."

"Sure sure." He laughs, his white teeth peeking through his lips.

"I'm serious." Grace whines. "Are you going to be okay?"

His smile drops as his eyes move past her.

"I will be." He finally answers, his eyes back on Grace. "I told you that I'm a survivor."

"I know but..." She trails off, her heart dropping.

"Hey, don't feel bad for me. Despite what you're think you aren't actually leaving me...you just found freedom."

"Why do you have to be so philosophical now?"

"It's in my nature." He shrugs, a large smile on his face.

"I'm going to miss you." Grace whispers. "Who would have thought I would miss my cell mate?"

"Life has a strange way of bringing people together."