The Protection Program

TPP : Chapter IV

She sat there silently staring down at the plate, the dining room table was nice. It was large as if he had a family that ate with him every night when in reality it was only him. And her now. And at the moment this stripper who came over. After her nightmare she was up the rest of the night hearing sex noises and very vulgar language, she heard the head boards and a lot of smacking sounds, it was a bit disturbing so she turned on the television to try and drown things out. She sit quietly in her sweatpants and t-shirt while the girl sit quietly in nothing, literally nothing. She was a stripper so nudity clearly wasn't an issue for her, but at the dining room table during a meal?

Aubrey shuffled into the dining room area fully dressed and ready for what she guessed was work because he had on a very expensive looking suit. He smiled kindly at her before sitting and placing his napkin in his lap

"Candy, did you make this?"

She nodded her head as she swallowed down whatever she had in her mouth. Not the only thing she swallows, She smirked to herself as the thought ran across her mind. The "smile" disappeared as quickly as it came so he didn't notice it, thank god.

"So Nina, how did you sleep?"

She looked up from her plate of french toast, eggs and bacon and looked up at him. He smiled once again showing his dimples that she had to admit were extremely attractive but she wouldn't dare tell him that, the guy was cocky enough as it is

"It was fine until i was awakened to the sound of sex.... That was a bit disturbing to hear at 3 in the morning... May i be excused?"

Candy looked at her in disbelief as Aubrey chewed with a smirk, he narrowed his eyes as his chewing continued and the smirk turned more into a smile. She sat there waiting his approval with a very earnest face, it was awkward and she just wanted to go back to her room

"you don't want to eat breakfast?"

"no."

He could barely get the word breakfast from his mouth before she gave him a response, Candy's face went from shock to disappointment as if the reason she didn't want to eat breakfast was because her cooking sucked. That wasn't true at all, she just had an upset stomach from last nights dream and eating was the last thing on her mind. He raised his eyebrows and politely waved her off before picking more food up with his fork and continuing to eat, she got up and pushed in her chair before walking around the table and heading toward her room

"Nina..."

She stopped in her tracks, what did she forget? what did she do wrong? was she going to get in trouble? Most of the times when someone said her name like that with a silent pause at the end it was because she was getting in trouble, or they were shocked to see her but he wouldn't be shocked to see her. She lived with him. She didn't respond, just waited for his request or waited for him to start yelling at her

"Go ahead and put on something, anything you want. Just no sweats or pajamas, usually no jeans but you can wear jeans if you want, its okay for you. Be ready in about 45 minutes."

She just stood there, not really knowing what to do now. She stood stiff as a board just staring ahead, she could feel there eyes on her but she didn't know what to do so she just stood there

"you can go now."

And she did just that. After prison when she was placed into the Detention Correctional Boot Camp, DCBC, she wasn't allowed to do anything without permission. You would think that because she was out she wouldn't really care because she wouldn't get punished but it was sort of now implanted into her brain just how they wanted it to be. She hated it but she didn't really know how to break herself of it, it was how she was trained to be for three months straight and if you didn't comply to the rules or request that resulted in getting a beating with a baton or getting the taser to your legs or back. She was a good learner and caught on fast so luckily she never had to get those things but she had to get many many warnings when it came to having to talk to someone, or speaking in front of the group, if you haven't caught on she wasn't much of a talker. She liked keeping to herself. She didn't even know where to start when it came to the clothes and shoes, there were simply so many that it was kind of hard to choose so she settled simple because he said jeans were okay. She put on a pair of light denim jeans and a simple white t-shirt, over the t-shirt she wore a jacket. Casual and comfortable. She ran a brush through her nappy hair, not really caring how it looked because she wasn't trying to impress anybody.

As if on cue once the 45 minutes passed and he was calling her down the stairs, he smiled when he saw her coming down the stairs so gracefully and slow it was a bit angelic

"you look great."

"Thanks."

She took in a deep breath as he opened the door for her, she walked out and took in a breath of fresh air. She took in the sunlight because in about.5 seconds it would be gone and she would be enclosed in a car, but she was wrong and for the first time she actually had a true genuine smile as they rode with the top down.