Memories In Italy

Chapter 26

Half an hour later

We all explained what happened and what we thought about the situation. Sofia just listened and didn't say much. I started having weird thoughts. What if she wasn't good? Then she now knew everything what was going on in our heads. What if she still had contact with her sister? Ignazio came back with some bottles of water. "Time for part two now!" Jonas said excited, certainly believing we could solve this problem in no time now, since we knew Sofia. She immediately started telling what she knew and I really believed it, so my doubts about her were not necessary. 

"We always had a very bad relationship. It's not always like that cliche thing: twins are each other's best friends. No. Not at all. We hated each other. Initialy, it was not my intention of hating my sister or course, but her behaviour changed that over the years. She was a mean, false, sly girl, with no friends at all. But she didn't need one. She could have anything she wanted." She continued talking and we all listened with our mouths half open. I wondered what she had done in the past. I didn't had to wait long for an answer. "A dramatical example is that day when she killed our cat. But I don't want to talk about that," she said sad. "Another thing of she once did, was...I guess... eight years ago. We were 16 and it was our birthday. It was supposed to be a happy day of course, like in normal families, but we all knew she would change the mood very quickly. She only wanted money as a present, but that was not what our parents wanted. She got some very nice presents, I can't remember what it was since her reaction was so over the top, I only can remember that. She started screaming and throwing stuff on the floor. Like she was possessed by the devil. I immediately ran to another room but I could hear her scream the most meanest things ever to my mom and dad." Sofia had a few tears in her eyes so Piero walked to her and held her hand again. She smiled through her tears to him and then she talked further. "My mother had a special guitar, she loved it because it was her first guitar and it was signed by her idol, I can't remember who it was, he was not so well known but she loved his music so much that the guitar stood for years and years in our living room. It was more a show piece than a guitar actually. 'If you don't give me all the money that's in your purse, and I know how much that is, then I'll break this stupid guitar!' she screamed. My mom did what she asked, because how else could you stop such a crazy girl from behaving like that. It was not that we weren't educated well by our parents, because to be honest, I think I'm quite polite and friendly and not fake at all!" She was right. That was what I was thinking too. How could they both be so different from each other? "I went back to the living room because I thought it was all over but when she got the money I saw her smile, like nothing happened. She still had the guitar in her hands and then three seconds later she smashed it on the floor, all broken. 'I just wanted to do that one time!' she smiled. Being angry didn't work, lock her up didn't work because she always found a way to break free. Professional help didn't work. Nothing worked! She did thousands of those things. Evil things. Like stealing things from little kids! Two years later, she became 18 years old. And on that day, she just left us without saying a thing. Not that we cared much. Luckily she left, because our life was peaceful again and free of drama and violence. And since that day, we never saw or heard her. Like she disappeared." 

Nobody said a thing, as if nobody noticed she stopped talking. "Oh, another important detail in this story...and that's very important for you..." she said while looking to Gianluca. We all held our breath. Was the answer coming? "When we were 17, so that was in 2011, she became very interested in...Il Volo! More specifically...in you, Gianluca!" Shocked, afraid and confused. That were the words that could describe how I was feeling. It seemed Chiara was crazy!
"So, whatever she says to you or whatever she does...DO NOT TRUST HER!" Sofia said. Meanwhile Piero had her in his arms, hugging her tightly. "Thank you for...the story!" I said. We don't know what she really wants but at least we know that she really is bad!" I said. Ignazio nodded his head heavily and Jonas was still standing in the same way like during the explanation from Sofia. Probably thinking of something. "Creepy!" he then said. So no solution from Jonas? "What are we going to do now? I think she's even more than mean, crazy or whatever...she's dangerous!" I said.

"Probably!" Jonas said. "No! Definitaly!" Sofia said. "Do you have her phone number?" Piero asked her, while still holding her in his arms. "No...I deleted it of course." What we now knew, was that she was dangerous and reachless. Totally reachless. "And your parents? Do they have her number." She hesitated. "I don't know and I...I don't want to ask them. Then they're gonna think about it and we are so happy without talking or thinking about her."
"Okay, so we can now do two things!" Jonas said suddenly. "Call the police or wait! Who chooses the first option?" he asked us. I wanted to pick that one but it seemed I was the only one. So just like in class a few years ago, I just did what the others were doing. "Okay, then we'll wait until she comes again. You never know what she would do if she found out we called the police. They might not find her but she definitely would find us!" Everyone agreed. I wasn't really sure it was the best decision but since the police hadn't found a solution for the robbery of the letters yet, it was indeed possible they wouldn't find Chiara. "Okay, so maybe we should wait one by one. She can't know that here is someone now, so we just can wait here, in your room if you think that's okay?" Jonas said, looking to Gianluca because he would have someone in his room every second now. "Of course! I'm fine with that! I like you all!" he laughed. Sofia was clearly charmed by that answer. She felt welcome. That was probably the most important thing for her, while for us that must have been the fact that we suddenly knew more about Chiara. She looked to me and smiled. I smiled back of course, hoping she liked us all. When I looked her in the eyes, I could see that she was honest and really friendly. And also that she wasn't a photomodel. She was more...real! Like me! Or like Gianluca, Piero, Ignazio...basically like all of us. She was already one of us!