CURSED

CHAPTER 5

After returning from the hospital, Sylvie was resting in her bed. She still bear the scars of the accident, but the thing that hurts her the most is the end of her relationship with Matteo. She was unaware of the curse and had no idea that she would be separated from him one day. The door to the room unexpectedly opened, and her mum and dad entered with a tray of meals. She was enraged by them, so she averted her gaze. Her mom sat next to her with the tray on the side table.

"Please don't get furious at us. We're simply doing this for your benefit," Her mom stroked her face and tugged at the strands of her hair behind her ear. Sylvie averted her gaze from her once more, and this time her father took a seat beside her.

"Have you ever felt as if we don't love you or have failed as parents since you were a child?" He interrogated her. She was ashamed of herself for being angry at her own parents, who have been there for her since she first breathed in the world.

"No way, Dad. As parents, you've never let anyone down. But please give Matteo a chance. We both love each other," She said it, expressing her deep affection for both her parents and Matteo. Her dad got out of his seat and walked up to the door. He moaned deeply, "I don't want to lose my daughter."

Her mom assisted in the consumption of the meals and medications as he walked out the door. She urgently needed to shift her mood, so she begged her mom to return her phone to her. Her phone was handled to her mom by a nurse in the hospital.

"I'm returning this phone to you, but don't call him," her mom said, frowning. She responded with a hum and took the phone from her mom.

She got into her phone's vault after her mother had left the room and looked through her photographs with Matteo. They make out while studying together, on their first date night, and at the prom.

(Flashback)

"Do you really want to study?" Matteo inquired of his incredibly attractive girlfriend, who sat in a chair with her hands on the table. He was seated on the edge of his bed.

"Well, yeah," she said, smiling innocently. "In a sealed, soundproof, huge room with a comfortable bed and warm blankets, what else can you do?" Sylvie, who was pretending indifferent, replied. Her hair was behind her ear, and she was nibbling the edge of her pen, her method of thinking.

"Nothing, I suppose," Matteo said, keeping his temper.

"You see!"

She locked her gaze on him for a moment before returning to her reading.

Then Matteo asked a question that was completely unrelated to the issue.

"Hey, babe."

"Aha," she exclaimed as she raised her head to face him.

"Why do you like me?" he enquired, his brows furrowed.

"Well, let's see, I may have to carefully consider that."

"Are you kidding?" Matteo, the dumbfounder, exclaimed.

"Is it because you're really hot, yeah Is it because you're incredibly kind, maybe," she said, changing her attitude and pulling her hair into a ponytail with both hands.

"You see, Matteo, I'm not going to play with you in this game." She mumbled something, then turned away.

He acted as if he didn't know what game he was talking about when he said, "What game?"

"Right again, the one you're attempting to play."

"Which one?" He enquired.

"Don't even try reverse psychology on me," Sylvie warned.

"Seriously, babe, what game are you playing?"

"Oh my gosh, you just did that to me with this game where you pretend you don't know that I find you seriously attractive,sweet,funny, kind, humorous, and kind and just so you and not like those other guys at school," she says.

"How are those other guys?" he asks, oblivious to the situation.

"They are ignorant, foolish, insensitive, cruel, and all the other awful terms, and all they want from a girl is to get into her trousers."

"What makes you think I'm not interested in what those other guys are interested in?" he muttered, his gaze fixed on her.

That was a little awkward.

"Wait," she said as she bit on her pen and rested her palm on her jaw, her gaze fixed on him. "..... Do you want to have a sexual relationship with me?"

"No, no, no," He said.

"So you're not interested?" She stated it once more.

He answered, "No, I mean, of course I want it." "Perhaps not now, but later..." She was now employing reverse psychology against him.

"Oh, so you've been wanting that all along," she said as she rose up.

"I don't mean it that way, babe; I'm only speculating... I'm not after your underwear, either. That's something I don't want at all," he stated.

She takes a seat at the desk, crossing one knee over the other and folding her arms.

"Why aren't you interested in having sex with me? Oh, you're cheating on me, Matteo, because you're getting it right somewhere. Is it possible that you're cheating on me?"

"What? I'd never do something like that "He stood firm in his defence.

She demanded, "Then do it." Her arms were folded even tighter.

"Do what?" he asked, looking at her, serious and ignorant for reals.

"Your clothes..." she said as she laid down her pen and ruffled her hair behind her ear.

With a twisted smile on her face, she continued, "Take them off, I want to inspect you."

"How are you going to do it?" He was curious.

"Simple, I'll look for hickeys and scratch marks," she explained.

"Babe, not all girls bite, and how would you know I didn't scratch myself?" He stated his case. That's a good point.

"No matter how long your arms are, there are some regions of your body that you just can't scratch," she explained.

"How do you know that, I thought you stated you were a virgin?" he wondered. "Unless...

"Did you deceive me?" He laughed devilishly and said, "Take your things off, I want to examine you."

"Don't put words in my mouth," Sylvie murmured as she sat back down and resumed reading and writing.

Matteo burst out laughing, realising that he had turned the tables on her. His laugh was irritating, but Sylvie couldn't help herself and laughed as well. Then, after a minute...

"Hey Matteo, I got it,"she said, slowly.

"Did you get what?" he inquired.

"I was just thinking about what else you could do in a soundproofed, big room with a comfy bed and nice blankets."

"Which is it?" he said, surprised that she hadn't figured it out sooner. She got up and walked over to him, standing between his legs as he sat in his bed. She then leaned in close to his ear and whispered a few words. And then I got back up.

"I know you're brilliant, darling, but I can't believe it took you 30 minutes to figure it out."

"And, come to think of it, we have the right conditions in here," she said as she sat next to him. "Aren't I a hottie? I'll just do it," she stated.

She took off her top. He'd never seen her half-naked before, and their relationship had always been in a friendship zone until now. He was taken aback and hypnotised. She sat on his lap, then removed his shirt and pushed him down onto his bee, and they began slowly kissing, with her reaching for his neck, then kissing his lips as if she had never kissed them before, before moving her hands to the lower portion of his body.

He decided to question before it got too far since he thought it was too wonderful to be true.

"Wait......Are you sure?"

She deflected the topic by kissing him lightly again.

"Wait a minute, Babe, are you sure about this?"

"You don't want it, do you? Should I come to a halt?"

"Of course, I want this strongly," he said, "but I just want to be sure you want it as passionately as I do."

"Do I ever start something I can't finish?"

"No..."

"Then stop talking and kiss me..." Sylvie's phone rang, and she tried to ignore it, but it kept buzzing and vibrating, so she examined it and saw that it was a call from her mother, so she picked it up.

Damn, she climbed off of him and said, "Mom.....hie." Her mother has impeccable timing.

"Do you know what time it is, Sylvie?" Her mother began to chastise her.

"I know it's nine o'clock, Mom, but I just got carried away, so I won't be home tonight."

"Wait, what?" she inquired.

"This assignment is too much for me, and I'm not through yet; I'll probably finish later tonight around one o'clock, so I'll simply sleep over here at Suzane's house tonight."

"A sleepover on a college night?" Her mother told her over the phone.

"Hey mom, it's Sunday, and I know I have College tomorrow, but I still have to study," she lied.

"I'll just sleep over and see you tomorrow morning, I promise."

"Okay, then, hand the phone over to Suzanne for a second," her mother ordered, shooting.

"Uh... Do you want to speak with Suzane? She went to the bathroom right now and was complaining about an upset stomach; she'll be in there for a long time, but she left with her phone, so you can call her "..

She said, "I'll see you guys tomorrow."

"OK mom, I've got to get back to the books," she said. "Bye mom, I love you," she added.

"OK, I love you too, and you're not studying too hard, are you?"

"OK, mum," she said as she hung up the phone. She exhaled deeply.

Returning to Matteo, she grumbled, "I detest interrupting calls and lying, see what you had me do."

He grinned and said, "Sorry."

"Now, where were we?" says the narrator. She smiled as she climbed back on top of him, who was all giddy.

"You were kissing me," He exclaimed.

"Do you like it?" She kissed him as she leaned forward.

"No, it was dirtier and sexier," he replied, exaggerating somewhat.

"Like this," she said, kissing him dirtier and hotter, but she could tell he hadn't quite surrendered, so she pushed her tongue deeper into his mouth and felt him give in gradually. She had an uncanny ability to persuade him to do whatever she wanted.

He grabbed the remote and turned off the lights, then drew her in even closer and stripped her of the rest of her garments before doing the obvious. It is self-evident.

Matteo couldn't help but stare at her girlfriend's face, who was still asleep. It was around 7 a.m. and he had already awoken. He had never awoken so early in his entire life.

"God, she's so lovely, I'm about to puke." Sylvie slowly awoke as he shifted her to the side to stare at her face even more. One by one, she opened her eyes.

"Hey, lovely..." He spoke swiftly.

Then she became aware of the stare.

"What's the deal with the stare?"

"It says I'm curious."

"Don't be surprised." She cut him off in the middle of whatever he was about to say. She then closed her eyes.

"Hey, do you think you're shy because of last night?"

"What? Me? Shy? That is absurd."

"If you are, I just want to say don't be," he continued, "because I have already seen everything and, thanks for last night's experience, I had a great time, it was the best moment of my life, and I'm really hoping we could do it again another time."

"Shut up."

"What can I say, I'm a romantic."

"Now take a sip of the coffee that I've given you," He expressed himself.

"You know I'm not a coffee drinker, Matteo," she grumbled.

This isn't exactly coffee; it's hot cocoa, but I felt compelled to include it. It's one of your favourites."

"Thank you so much ," she said, standing up. "It's probably too sweet for me now, but I'll drink it anyway, for you," she said.

"I also made you breakfast," he said.

"There's no need to appear strange, babe. It was just sex, oh my God is that backon, this is so sweet, it's like a hangover care package, but for sex, a sexover care package, but I can't eat it yet; I need to brush my teeth, drink a glass of water, stretch, and busk in the sun first ", she explained.

"I'm being lovely for the first and last time; now get up!" He stated his case.

"Is this how you usually get rid of girls once your wants have been satisfied?"

"What do you mean usual? This is also my first time, and I've never done anything like this before. Also, please tie your hair because it's all over the place."

"I'm just too tired."

"OK, I'll do it for you," he responded as they got closer, and she grabbed her hair tie and held it in place. "Hello, you've got a high fever, how are you doing? What is the cause of your high fever?"

"Are you on your period again, Sylvie?" he asked.

"I don't believe so...why?" she spoke in a drowsy tone.

"Did I then do this to you?" He took a seat and added, "Oh my god, please accept my heartfelt apologies." He stated his case.

"I'm so sorry about your blankets," she mumbled.

"Are you OK, Sylvie?" he inquired once again.

"Yes, I'm fine."

"It was all my fault; I guess my speed was too high, and as a result, I wounded you."

I promise I'll be slower next time, and now you have a high fever again because of me."

"Hey, this isn't your fault, OK," she said as he opened his blankets and saw what he did.

"Oh my god."

"What should I do?"

"You go ahead and change in the closet because I'm coming."

She went into his closet and changed back into her dress.