2nd Draft

She went to sleep that night, happy; expecting pancakes and sausages in the morning for the second time this year. Before Anna fell asleep, she said her prayers, climbed her way onto the bed and clutched her blanket tightly not allowing any cold air to enter in. Unfortunately, hours passed, and cold air was the least of her worries. She slowly turned, forced her right eyelid to open and a cold object pierced her temple and a raspy voice whispered,
“Don’t move or I’ll shoot”
“I have never been that still in my life, my brain froze but my heart kept beating. That was the only sound that made me realize that I was alive. I slept on my side that night, and that was how I laid for thirty minutes. He walked away from my bedside and began rummaging through the unpolished furniture searching like he misplaced something important.”
I hardly remember that night, it was cold and that late night shift lasted longer than usual. I remember being in the bathroom of an old auto mechanic shop on Broad Street looking into the half cracked mirror while I dabbed the last ounce of red shimmer on my used lips, took my panties off and put on my matching red strap up heels. I had one needle left and I shot up. I put my coat on and headed to the corner of 231st and Arc Avenue. I waited, it was a slow night and my lipstick was drying out. An hour later, a black van slowly crept up by the curb and window slowly came down.
“Mystic Angel”, he said

“Yeah that’s me” I said

“Come inside” he said

I went inside and the car seat was new leather, he was a new client I thought. He drove off and stopped two blocks down, stuck his hand inside his jacket and pulled out a Las Vegas Police Department badge then stuck the chains on my hands. I tried kicking my way out, I screamed and yelled, then I mention my daughter that’s home alone and he asked for the address.