Envious
**Rachel**
I had never seen Enrico so angry. However, our contact had been limited until then, and I was beginning to believe that he was just revealing his true nature. I wasn't willing to accept that someone else would treat me disrespectfully.
“Don't yell at me!” I said firmly, refusing to be disrespected.
“Goodbye, Rachel” Enrico bid farewell, indicating that I should leave his car.
I chose not to respond. I didn't feel like it, and I got out of the vehicle without a hint of regret. He could find someone else to take care of his father.
I quickly entered the old and neglected building where Lindsay lived and hurried up the stairs. I was fueled by the anger that Enrico managed to provoke in me just by existing. I couldn't forget that it was because of him that I couldn't sell my virginity to Kael, avoiding all the problems that followed. I was sure I could have made Graham, the idiot, fall in love with me in the same way it happened with Sarah. Now, I would be the owner of that huge mansion and all the love he had on his face when he looked at my sister.
I entered the apartment without knocking, and the scene unfolding before me left me completely paralyzed, voiceless, and unable to react to what was happening. Lindsay was being restrained by a large, very thin man, bearded, with a smile that revealed yellowed teeth, some of them even with visible and repugnant cavities. He held both of Lindsay's hands behind her body with just one of his hands, while the other held a dangerously large knife dangerously close to her throat, almost touching the jugular vein. The situation horrified me even more.
“I was sure you were lying to me, you ordinary girl!” The man shouted, shaking Lindsay dangerously. “The rich one was indeed with you!”
“I'm sorry, Rachel!” Lindsay apologized, crying copiously. “I had no way of knowing this would happen.”
I didn't understand anything. But that wasn't the most opportune moment to seek clarification. After all, Lindsay would explain everything to me later, if both of us managed to get out of there alive, I thought pessimistically.
"What do you want!?" I asked with a trembling voice and with great difficulty. "Tell me!"
The man smiled once again, showing those terrifying teeth, his eyes very alert and pupils dilated, and even without much experience in the matter, I concluded that he must be under the influence of drugs. It could only be that!
"I want cash!"
"I don't have any money," I said in despair, seeing how he pressed the knife even closer to Lindsay's throat.
And I wasn't lying, as I really had no money, and exactly for this reason, I was in that place now.
"How does a rich girl like you not have any money!?" The man pressed. "It's obvious you're not one of us!"
"She doesn't have any, believe us!" Lindsay tried to intervene, also showing great distress, and it was no wonder. "Rachel lost everything, has no money."
It seemed like Lindsay had been paying close attention to what people were saying about me since we met, but I couldn't blame her; she was just trying to help me.
"She has something!" the man kept insisting. "Just look at her clothes; I can recognize a madam when I see one. Don't try to deceive me!"
Now, how could I prove that, against my will and all my efforts, I am now a bankrupt madam?
At that moment, I remembered the gold necklace that Sarah and I had received from our father at birth. It was something I had a strong emotional attachment to, the only memory I had left of him. However, I couldn't allow that man to harm Lindsay, who had only tried to help me.
But, it seemed, my presence was only bringing trouble to her life.
"I have this here," I took the necklace off my neck. "It's all I have, I swear!"
The man looked at me with suspicion but soon seemed interested.
"It's something," he said, his eyes shining as he saw the large and expensive pendant with some sparkling stones.
When I reached out to hand the necklace to the thug, he moved the knife away from Lindsay's neck, making us sigh in relief. However, he still lightly grazed it, causing a trickle of blood to appear, and then the knife was directed at my face, and I felt the cut on my cheek.
“Rachelll!” Lindsay screamed in desperation, bringing her hand to her face with visible horror. “What have you done, you damn! What have you done!”
I was still so stunned by the outburst of violence that I wasn't feeling anything but shock when he reversed the positions, now standing right in the middle of the entrance door, leaving us literally with no way out, at the mercy of that criminal.
“Since you have nothing valuable besides this piece of junk to give me” he began to say grotesquely “ you'll have to satisfy me in another way.”
I felt a shiver of horror at the threat, while the pain from the wound on my face, which already burned intensely and throbbed frighteningly, along with the blood dripping from the cut, plunged me into a distressing fear, leading me to scream uncontrollably.
“Helpppp! Someone, please, help us!”
The attacker let out a sinister laugh and declared:
“No one is going to show up to help you here. Everyone here owes Daddy here. They can't challenge me in my building.”
I looked at Lindsay with anxious eyes, seeking only confirmation of his words, and her frightened look was the answer. Now, we were truly cornered. What would happen to us?
Like in a movie scene, or perhaps in a nightmare about to come true, I heard hurried steps approaching. When the thug turned his back to us to see who was coming to the door, without thinking, I grabbed a large and tacky vase where Lindsay had placed some artificial flowers and assumed a defensive posture, a frail attempt at protection. I wouldn't allow that guy to touch us.
The two men who entered through the open door of the tiny apartment, looking equally confused and dazed, were a genuine surprise. I didn't hesitate to make it clear that the situation was critical and that we needed help.
“This man is threatening us!” I screamed, terrified.
“Help us!” Lindsay also shouted simultaneously.
However, words weren't really necessary; the scene in front of them spoke for itself.
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