Please Love Me (3)

   Drew took out a razor and put it on Ana's neck. The metal felt cold against her skin. It sent chills through her body. "Be quiet, or I'll kill you." he said in a low voice. She didn't want to die, she wanted to stay alive. She stayed quiet as he threw her in the backseat of his car.
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   Drew threatened to kill me. So I stayed quiet. After he threw me in the backseat of his car, I was knocked out for a couple of hours. I got up after a while, but I wasn't in Antonio's house. I must have been in Drew's. I looked around and I wasn't comfortable. The house smelled like beer and smoke. I saw prostitutes laying around on the floor. And guys smoking weed.
    What was I doing in here? A girl in tight, black pants, a blue t-shirt, and some socks came up to me. I looked at her, and she looked at me. "What's your name?" she asked me. I was scared to answer her. "A-A-Ana." I said. "Oh, well my name is Juliana Marie. But most people call me Jay." she said happily. I wondered why she sounded so happy and she was in this... dump. 
  

Ana is a nice name, too.
Thanks.
So what are you doing here, aren't you a teenager?
Yeah, aren't you?
Well actually, I'm 19. You look 15.
No I'm 17 and I turn 18 soon.
Oh ok, my bad. But listen, you know Drew. Right?
Yeah, he brought me over here.
Jay crossed her arms and looked at Ana suspiciously.
Ok, he kidnapped me.
Yeah, same with me. You see all these hoe's in here.
No, I see a bunch of prostitutes though.
Ok yeah, well he kidnapped them, too. And he going to try to turn you into a prostitute. That's why he has so much money.
One of the guys looked over at them. He walks over.
What are you girl's talkin about?
Nonya Bronx!
We were talking about Beyonce and how cool it would be if her and Diddy were dating.
Oh, ok then.

Ha, that was funny Ana.
Trust me, I know how to lie.
You're pretty cool, we should be friends.
Alright.
Drew comes over, only in some boxers. He picks Jay up by her arm and pulls her to another room.

    "I see you two have met." he said lighting a cigarette. He looked at me with red eyes. He inhaled some of the smoke and blew it out in my face. I tried to block it with my hands, but it got in my eyes and nose. I coughed for a few minutes and rubbed my watery eyes. He just stood their smoking. "So you're not going to answer me? Get up and hug me," I wasn't going to hug him. "Fine. Put this on."
     He handed me a mini skirt, and a tube top. I wasn't going to put it on. He slapped me hard when I didn't do it. He walked to the very back of the house, and Jay ran out of the room. "C'mon, we gotta go." she whispered to me. I whispered back telling her ok. "Where going?" asked the same guy, but in broken grammar. "To get a smoke." said Jay. And he believed her. 
    We walked out the house, hoping to escape.

Authors Note:I've been writing each part of this story everyday. Since Christmas is in 2 days, I'm going to write the next part tomorrow. Then I probably won't write another part until Thursday or Friday. Merry Christmas!