Saving Her
**Enrico**
After Rachel left my car, my only intention was to distance myself from her as much as possible and leave as quickly as I could. However, when I looked at the seat she had just vacated, I realized she had left a bag behind, a small shiny black backpack with the logo of a famous women's fashion brand.
I took a deep breath and decided that the best thing to do was to go upstairs and immediately return that bag. I should forget that Rachel existed, as I had promised myself several times before, albeit unsuccessfully. It seemed like that woman haunted me, even when I was sleeping.
I parked the car more appropriately and headed towards the building's entrance, which had no security, just the willingness to enter the place as there were no locks or barriers.
Before proceeding with my goal, I noticed a man getting out of a car parked next to mine and recognized him immediately. I waited for him to approach.
“Hello, Ryan” I greeted the newcomer. “I didn't expect to find you here.”
He promptly justified himself:
“I'm only here because of Sarah. No matter how hard she tries to appear tough and insensitive, she's concerned about Rachel being in a place like this.”
Observing the man, I could say that this was partially true. He also seemed displeased with the surroundings, and the expression of disdain as he looked at the open door of the building was evident.
Before I could make any comments, a young woman hurriedly came out of the building. Seeing us standing right at the entrance, she stared at us with frightened eyes, which immediately gave me a bad feeling.
“What happened?” I asked without a preamble.
“Are you friends with the rich girl?” She asked in a low and hurried voice, looking around anxiously, as if afraid of being seen with us.
“What happened to my sister?” Ryan asked, clearly distressed.
“Fred got them!” She said, terrified. “Run!”
She didn't wait for a response or explain what she meant by that, but we didn't bother to understand either. Without exchanging more words, we entered the building and quickly climbed the stairs, as we didn't see any available elevator and weren't willing to wait. While climbing, I grabbed my phone and called the police, quickly providing the address.
As I passed on the information to the female voice on the other end of the line, Ryan and I climbed the stairs two steps at a time, running. After climbing about three floors, we heard Rachel's distressed scream, which motivated us even more to reach her.
I felt my legs falter for a brief and precise moment, only imagining a thousand scenarios of horror happening at that moment involving Rachel, but it was too brief, and that ended up being our guide to quickly get to where she was. The girl hadn't told us which apartment to go to, so we were going in blind.
The scene we found when we reached the door where the screams were coming from was shocking and disturbing. A knot formed in my stomach, and a sharp pain squeezed my chest.
Rachel had a cut on her face, bleeding profusely, and she held a flower vase threateningly as if planning to use it as a defensive weapon. Lindsay was covered in blood around her neck, which terrified me, fearing the worst.
The same feeling that was about to paralyze me with shock was the one that propelled me with anger and a deep thirst for justice to confront the man approaching with the clear intention of harming us.
“This man is threatening us!” Rachel shouted.
“Help us!” Lindsay also screamed.
It wasn't necessary to say that; it was obvious that the man was a cowardly criminal. Before I could think, I disarmed him with a punch and knocked him to the ground. Ryan didn't hesitate to help, lifting him only to hit him with another punch, knocking him down again.
When I grabbed the man by his shirt, full of anger for what he had done to the girls—because it was clear that he was responsible—we heard steps coming from the stairs. I prayed it was the police because I was on the verge of making a big mistake and taking that man's life!
However, the steps belonged to the same girl who alerted us to the situation. She was even more nervous now, although the coward who attacked Lindsay and Rachel was on the ground, and the knife was several feet away.
“You need to get out of here as soon as possible,” she said with a trembling voice. “ Zay and Bob are coming, and it will be terrible if they find Fred like this.”
By "like this," she was referring to the fact that he was already unconscious with two swollen eyes from the punches we gave the thug, but he needed to pay for what he did. I wasn't willing to run away, however. I intended to wait for the police.
“We won't leave until the police arrest this criminal” I spoke firmly.
“It's better if we leave now” Lindsay pleaded “They're criminals, and Fred's gang is very dangerous; they won't let us leave so easily.”
“The police are already on their way” I insisted.
“It will be even worse!” Lindsay was now convulsively trembling “There will be a showdown with the police, and we'll be caught in the crossfire.”
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