"Vienna, what the hell are you doing?"

Vienna doesn't answer. She just continues to lock everything in the house that could possibly be opened.

First the kitchen window.

Then the front door.

Then the patio door.

Then the-

"Vienna!" He yells as she turns around, two hands wrap around her wrists quickly.

"Let go!" She shrieks, squirming and trying to get rid of Dexter's tight grip.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He says, with a terrified look on his face. Vienna squirms even more, trying to get him to remove his hands, but they aren't budging.

"You should've never picked me up." She says quietly, her head dropping.

Dexter, however, doesn't know what the hell she means, of course.

"What-"

"I'm in a lot of trouble with my boss." She says quietly, trying to avoid eye contact with him.

Dexter thinks about this. "You aren't pharmaceutical rep, aren't you?"

He's afraid to hear the answer, even though he's pretty sure he already knows it. He still doesn't want it to be confirmed.

She simply nod her head "no."

"Well what are you then?" He asks in a panic. "A drug dealer?"

She nods again.

"A prostitute?"

"No." Her voice squeaks. "Worse."

"Worse?" He repeats, giving a loud sigh and tossing his head back. "Oh, Vi.."

Vienna paces back and forth in the kitchen, not knowing what to say or do. She awaits for the moment where she is going to let him down, and let him down hard.

If he's going to trust her ever again after this then he's got to be insane.

"It's worse then a drug dealer?" He says, pulling her out of her thoughts and stressing her out even more. "Jesus, I'm not going to have to call the cops on you, do I?"

"Depends." She sniffs.

Dexter lets out an exasperated sigh and ruffles his hands through his dark brown hair. Vienna, however, was strutting back and fourth in the kitchen in a panic, her heals clicking as she did so.

"Please, sit down, Vienna."

She looks up from the floor and gives him a crazy stare, still standing there not knowing what to do.

"Please?" He begs.

Vienna takes a deep breath, before slowly pulling out the chair and taking a seat across from him. Her hair is a wreck, her eye makeup is smudged, and she isn't wearing that gorgeous red lipstick she usually had on.

They sit at the table for a long time, not saying a single word. Every so often, one of them would look up at each other, but quickly look away if they made eye contact.

"I've been scamming you." She finally says. Hearing the words come out of her mouth makes her cringe.

"What?" Dexter's head snaps upward quickly to look at her. If he wasn't paying attention before, he sure as hell was now.

"It was never a coincidence that you picked me up from the side of the road that night." She says. "This was all planned. I'm a con-artist. A fake."

Just hearing herself say the words out loud makes Vienna's face turn red with hate towards herself.

She observes Dexter from the corner eye, watching at he rubs his eyes in exhaustion. She's looked at the boy dozens of times, but this time it's different. He's tired. He's thin. He's shocked. He's worn out. And he sure as hell doesn't know what to do. And the worst part about it all is the Vienna knows it's her fault, and she doesn't know how to make it all better.

"After the ra-" she stops mid sentence. He knows that happened to her.

"After that happened," she continues. "I didn't know where to go or what to do with myself, so when a man offered me a job that promised me a ton of money, well, I couldn't refuse."

Dexter reaches across the table at takes her hand, which has chipped nail polish on her fingertips.

"And the worst part about it is," she says, leaning towards him slightly. "Is that once you're in, you can't get out."

"Can't or won't?" He asks, his dark eyes staring into her bright blue ones.

She sighs, breaking eye contact with him. "Little of both, I guess."

Sure, of corse she enjoyed the thrill of taking some guys money who didn't deserve it, like the child molester she stole from last year. And yeah, the amount of money she got for it was worth it. There were other times when the job frightened her, like when Wolf threaten to kill her for fucking everything up.

And what about poor Dexter? Of course, she no longer wanted a single penny from the guy.

"I guess," she starts as she pulls her fingers through her brown mess of tangly hair. "I just thought that as long as I was still working for him, I'd be safe. Ya know?"

"Would it be super cheesy if I said I'd always keep you safe?" Dexter's quiet voice speaks up. She looks over at the brown eyed boy who's giving her a little smile.

She grins. "Only a little bit."

"What's this guy's name?" Dexter dates to ask.

"Robert Wolf." She says, her smile disappearing.

"Damn, he even sounds like a duche." He grins. "Can't you just go cold turkey on the guy?"

Vienna looks as if she is about to find an excuse.

"For me?" He says, before giving her a chance to say anything.

Vienna has thought about all the times someone in her position ended up falling for one their clients, and also thought about all the people she's never seen come back because of it. But it's not like Wolf ended up actual killing them, did he? That would be ridiculous. But still, for Dexter, it may just be a risk she's willing to take.

The girl holds Dexter's hand tight in hers and rests her head on his shoulder.

"For you." She agrees.