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the time they come the people inside would probably be dead already and went to heaven, and the worst part was that I didn ' t know the number of those armed men.. I followed the girl to an opened tiny bathroom window.. With some imagination I could say that this tiny window was probably really enough to get a child of her size out of..
( Another point in the favor of buying her story..)
Then I walked away with her quickly, because if the story was really true, then the armed men would soon come to the room the girl escaped from..
I looked around the place, checking every inch, trying to find a weak point to sneak in through..
I found a back door beside which stood few trash cans.. Guessing that this was the kitchen ' s door didn ' t need a genius.. Was closed as I saw it few minutes ago, but now I had the motive to look more..
I told the girl to stand back beside the car, while I stepped toward the door.. Not out of courage, but guilt would eat me alive if I went away to get help and things went really bad meanwhile.. The courage of the woman who took that risk to get the girl out of the place gave me a push, especially that thinking about what would happen to that " Dalia " who made the girl reach this place alive made me realize that whatever I ' d do now wouldn ' t even reach half her courage..
I took out a thin tool from my pocket that I used often to open closed doors, and inserted it in the key opening and started working..
Wasn ' t the first time to be called to a place where a locked up person needed to be saved, so opening closed doors wasn ' t that difficult for me, meanwhile I called " Emad " again, and told him in low voice to call the police and tell them to come to the same address, and they ' d better come quickly..
- What have you got over there sugar..? Some hottie harassing you..?