Memories In Italy

Chapter 8

"Eh, buona sera...," she said. "Buona sera," I said, waiting quite distrustful for her to explain why she approached me. "You must've thought I was a stalker or something like that but it has something to do with my job," she said vaguely. I definitely didn't expect to hear something like that but I listened and waited for what else she wanted to tell me. And actually, if Jonas hadn't told us about her, I would never have thought about her being a stalker. Never.

I just want to tell you there was someone in your house just a few minutes ago. I saw it because I was sitting in the car right here." I was confused. "What? How did the person look like?" I asked because the only ones who had the key beside us were my parents. "It was a young woman, dark brown hair, not that tall. Oh...and she was carrying a box out of the house." I panicked and ran back to the house, without saying what I was going to do to the woman with the black car. I opened the front door and ran through the house. In the kitchen I opened the door, which was obviously not closed . "Oh crap," I thought, "I forgot to close the backdoor this morning right before we went shopping." This time I closed that door and went outside again, back to the blond woman. "Did you call the police?" I shouted when I saw her in the distance. "No, because I didn't know if it was someone you knew or not!" she said, feeling a bit guilty obviously. "And what did you say? She stole a box? How did it look like?" I asked curious. During her explanation it hit me. This was not just a box. It were our letters. I ran back to the house and went upstairs to see if it was true. "NO!" I screamed with my hands in my hair when I saw it was real. I ran back outside and asked the woman if she saw where the thief had gone after leaving the house. "That way," she said pointing to the left, "she drove in a silver car." I immediately ran to my car, hoping I could catch the thief somewhere. Before I entered my car, I asked to the woman from the black one if she could call the police. She only nodded and watched me drive away in the direction the thief went apparently.

Aline's POV

Jonas and I were standing next to Carlotta's bed. She looked less exhausted then an hour before. "Again congratulations! Viola is such a cute baby!" I smiled. "Grazie mille, Aline!" she said. "When are you..." When I realised what she wanted to ask I stopped her. "Whoa, don't ask me about that! That's private!" I laughed. "No...actually I haven't thought about that yet. I still think I'm a baby myself!" Jonas laughed with that. "Why are you laughing?" I asked serious. "Why do you think, because of what you said of c..." "Riiiiing" "My phone!" I said while I took my phone out of my purse. "Gianluca?" I said happy. But Gianluca didn't sound very joyfull anymore. "Aline," he screamed trough the phone, "I need to tell you something not so nice. I,m so sorry but..."

And then... nothing! "Gianluca?" I said worried, but no one answered. "What's wrong?" Jonas asked, while walking towards me. "Eh...I don't know..." I was quite shocked. "Call him back!" he said while pulling the phone out of my hands. But then, he immediatelly gave it back to me and he took his own phone. "Maybe there's something wrong with your phone," he said. "Voicemail," he said a few seconds later. I started to feel very anxious. This was not good. And I even felt worse after Carlotta asked what Gianluca just said on the phone. "He said 'I,m sorry'... No wait. He said 'I need to tell you something not so nice. I'm sorry but...'"

"That's weird!" Jonas said. "Something happened!" I suddenly screamed. We need to find him! Come on Jonas!" And after that, I left the room, without even knowing if Jonas actually followed me or not. But he did. "Wait!" he yelled. But I only started to run faster, thinking about all the possible things that could've happened. "But Aline, we don't have car!" he screamed from behind. My mind was filled with panic. The hospital and our houses were too far away from each other to go by foot and it was too late to take a bus. "Aaargh!" was all I could say while jumping angry up and down on the hard ground, like a little child. Jonas' phone rang. It was Carlotta. Apparently she called a taxi for us. But we still had to wait for that. And I was not Gianluca, I was too nervous to just stand still. "Come on!" I said frustrated, hoping the taxi driver would receive my prayers.

After a few seconds of waiting, I took my phone again but calling Gianluca had no effect. "There's Piero!" Jonas screamed all of a sudden. "Of course!" I said excited, "Piero was here too today!" I ran toward him and immediately started talking. "You need to drive to Gianluca!" I said. "Gianluca? I'm coming for the baby! And I'm with a taxi because I don't have a car here!" I stared in the distance and indeed there was a taxi. Without saying something I ran to the car. Jonas followed me. "Carlotta will explain it!" he said fast to Piero, who was really confused by then. "Eh...okay?" Before Jonas opened the door from the taxi, I heard Piero say something else. "Wait! Gianluca? Is there something with Gianluca?" he asked worried. "We don't know!" I heard Jonas say.

A few seconds later we were finaly driving. I really wanted to drive by myself, because in my opinion the taxi driver was way too slow! I tried not to worry about the taxi driver anymore and looked outside. Perhaps I could see Gianluca somewhere.

"STOOOOOP!" I screamed then.