Angel

Chapter Two: Sweet Dreams Angel

Angel was the last one in the change room.

She gently removed her makeup and hurriedly got dressed, transforming from the bold and dashing Angel of Sin City into a quiet and invisible teenage girl struggling to make a living. She no longer wore her lacy undergarments and eight inch heels. Instead, she replaced them with a Star Wars printed T-shirt, grey sweats and a pair of black Converse. Angel then wore her signature trademark at school; a high ponytail with her bangs towering over her oversized, black glasses.

"Angel, I'm off!" yelled Caesar, the bartender who announced her. He finished wiping the counters and tables. Caesar had an incredible physique. He was extremely well-built, and his brown hair and deep dimples did well to hide his age. Although, his silver tooth gave him the impression that he was nothing more but trouble. In reality, he was just an overly protective and caring Irish man. Many of the employees enjoyed spreading the rumor that Caesar only joined Sin City because of two reasons; girls and alcohol. Apparently, nothing was more Irish than and Irish man getting drunk in a pub filled with sexy strippers and his fellow horny men.

Angel ran out the change room and into Caesar's arms. Caesar was the only father-figure in her life.

"Alright," she said. "I'll lock up."

Caesar walked up the stairs to the first floor of the club. Before he reached the top, he gave Angel one last wave and left. Even though he'd already left, Angel waved a goodbye and grabbed onto the nearest chair. She quickly piled each chair onto a table and grabbed her backpack and jacket.

Angel shut off the lights on walked up the stairs. When Angel opened the door, a cool breeze smothered her, numbing her face. Angel locked the doors and started home in a rushed pace. She was using the fastest route home, but it involved narrow pathways and dim lighting. No matter, she needed to rest early. It was the weekend and she had school the next day.

Squeezing through buildings and fences, she suddenly heard footsteps a few feet away. Angel slightly turned her head around and spotted a group of four people behind her. College dropouts, she thought, the most dangerous part of walking home alone.

"Looks boys, it's a girl," one of them said, slurring his words. Great, they're drunk too.

Angel decided to make a run for it, but they were right behind her. She turned with every chance she could get, trying to lose them. She stopped running in the middle of a parking lot. By this time, two more drunkies had joined the chase and she was surrounded. They started to tighten the circle, touching her and attempting to pull her clothes off.

"I know you!" the pudgy brunette to her left exclaimed. "You're that girl from... I forgot which city..." He scratched his head.

Then it hit them. They laughed and all started to speak. They're words were jumbled, but Angel knew they recognized her.

"Dance for us," they told her, grabbing her hair and pulling it out of her tie. Their faces were so close to her. She could smell the alcohol and cigarettes that once occupied their mouths. One rather unattractive member yanked her head backwards and sloppily kissed her. His lips were leaving trails of saliva all over her face and neck.

Angel shoved him off. "Get off me!"

This angered him. No sooner, she was pinned to the ground. Her jacket was torn off and they were struggling to remove her top and pants off. Angel hated this. She hated being touched like a dirty rag-doll.

A screech came from her left and then their hands were off of her body. Through her blurry eyes she could she saw him.

Mister.