ZIA BIANCHI
Coming in the car with the punishing idiot was not very comfortable to say, but until a couple of minutes ago I wanted to have sex with him.
Okay, I know it's a wrong word, let's change it. I wanted to have a sexual act with him, better?
The point is that we were going down the road in absolute silence, a silence that I decided to break.
─What's new? ─ I know, it's not the best phrase to start a conversation, but I'm drunk, remember?
─ Well, until two weeks ago I lived with my mother in Colorado, but after the divorce of both of them I came to live with Elías ─ he announces as if it were the most casual thing.
I nod and stare straight ahead.
What about you? I plan on whether or not to tell him about the secrets of the Bianchi, but after all, it's worth two hectares of vegetables.
─Well ─I laugh and tuck a lock of my hair behind my ear─ my dad cheats on my mom, my mom hates me and my brother has nothing to do with the family.
Okay, stop there babe. Too much information for one night. "I smile.
And after that neither of us utters anything else.
After an hour (Yes, it took us an hour) I arrive at my house.
─We have arrived beautiful ─ seat, take my bag and get out of the vehicle.
─Thank you for bringing me and sorry for what happened before ─he denies.
─No need, I'm here to serve you. See you tomorrow. ─I smile and close the car door.
I walk home, a little dizzy, wanting to vomit and staggering but I go to the back. I take out my phone and dial Alesso. Once ... twice ... three times and he doesn't answer.
The stupid must have fallen asleep, made stones at the window of his room but nothing, I decide that it would be better for him to sleep in a hotel and return very early tomorrow, but something prevents me.
─Stop there Zia ─ says my mother trying to calm down get in the house now!
─Lower your voice Francesca, I don't want to be the talk of the neighborhood and let people know how embarrassed Zia is.
I walk to the door and my mother buries her nails in my arm forcing me to enter. She let out a silent squeak and I jerked out of her grasp. She closes the door and rubs her face desperately.
─How can Zia Bianchi be possible? What the hell is wrong with you? ─My mother says, and I shrug my shoulders and sit in one of the armchairs.
─You should be ashamed of yourself, at twelve o'clock in the morning, drunk and getting out of a man's car, you disgust me, Zia,─my father pronounces, but the words don't affect me.
─We're sick of you, Zia,─I nod and smile. The smile is removed from my face when Francesca slaps me.
I look at her in shock and scowl.
─Stop making fun of you damn girl,─he says furiously.
─Well, thanks for the great welcome but I'm going to bed, I'm sleepy and to be my first party I come too drunk, maybe even pregnant ─I laugh and they shake their heads angrily.
"Get out stupid and I'll warn you, another little exit and I'll kill you, I swear Zia," Francesca says and I deny "How can it be that you're my daughter? How can anyone be my daughter?
─Such a stick, such a splinter, mommy ─She clenches her teeth and I feel it on her jaw ─ Anyway, am I the bitch here? I leave it to your discretion mommy, and daddy, you should investigate who the hell Elio Verne is, there have been several times that he leaves mom with everything and a kiss on her mouth. I go to sleep.
I smile and go up to my room.
That's right, the Bianchi family has enough darker secrets, secrets that will soon be revealed.