Curvy Ever After: Forbidden Curvy Girl Fairy Tales (13 page)

Once more, Bo could see his beautiful, smooth ebony skin. His muscles had receded back to their regular size. And his eyes opened to their natural warm brown as the light around him ebbed.

Roc shook his head and slowly looked up at Bo. His face changed from confusion to joyful wonder, as he stared at her. “You’re still alive! Wait…and so am I. What day is it?” Roc asked perplexed.

“It’s only been a few minutes.” Bo said with tears running down her face.

“What?! What happened?” Roc asked in shock.

“I-I think the curse is broken.” Bo said with a shaky voice as she stepped closer to him, afraid to believe it was true.

“How?” Roc asked in awe as he slowly stood up, not caring that he was as naked as the day he was born.

“You broke through your chains like they were twigs. And you were about to attack me when I said, ‘I love you’. Then you fell to the floor and a bright light surrounded you as you changed back to your human form.” Bo explained.

“You love me?” Roc asked shyly. He realized the key all along to breaking his curse was not her father and science, but the quiet yet passionate librarian and her love.

“Y-Yes,” Bo said still trembling with roiling emotions.

“I’m so sorry I put you through that.” Roc said reaching out for her once he saw the tremors running through her.

Bo let him pull her into the strong circle of his arms. She looked up at him with watery eyes and Roc gently wiped away the tears from her cheeks with his thumbs. He then started to plant happy kisses all over Bo’s face until her nerves subsided and she started to giggle.

“You saved my life.” Roc said seriously, once he stopped kissing her. “How will I ever repay you?”

Bo lifted her arms in front of her, palms up, with her wrists together. “Keep me captive…forever.”

Roc pulled the sheet off of the bed, twisted it till it became a makeshift rope, and then tied one end around her wrists. He guided her to the bed, laid her down in the middle, and tied the other end to the bedframe. Crawling onto the bed with her, Roc ripped her shirt apart with his bare hands and pulled her jeans and panties down and off her plump, shapely legs. Then he leaned down to flick her lips with his wet tongue. Bo gasped and her hips pumped up reflexively.

Roc crawled down her body and placed her legs over his shoulders. He looked up at her and grinned rakishly. “Gladly.” He said softly before lowering his head.

••••

Slumber

R
o Montgomery was headed back from her Dirty Thirty birthday celebration. She and her best friend, Mary had hailed a cab outside of a bar on Rush St. in downtown Chicago. They were now singing along to
You Oughta Know
at the top of their lungs, in the backseat. It had been more than just a birthday party but also a ‘Fuck Mark’ party too. Mary had been heartbroken when her boyfriend of seven years had broken up with her the week before. He had told her that he’d missed most of his twenties while dating her and wanted to see other women before he had to settle down.

So to end the night, Ro had pulled up the ultimate ‘fuck you’ song and they laughingly slurred the iconic lyrics. A nice haze of alcohol surrounded them and made their heads fuzzy. They didn’t see the drunk driver that blew through the red light and T-boned their taxi.

~~~

Dr. Flip Harris made his final rounds of the Neuro-ICU unit at Chicago Medical Center. He checked his patient’s charts and chatted with those who were awake. He saved
her
room for last.

Flip walked into the room and as always his heart thudded thickly in his chest. Ro Montgomery was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She had gorgeous, golden wavy locks that stopped at the middle of her back. Her little nose was pert and slightly upturned, above small full lips. She had beautiful, almond-shaped hazel eyes. Though he had only seen them when he lifted her eyelid to check her pupils, after she’d first arrived at the ER in an ambulance.

Ro’s body was soft and full. Her skin was slightly kissed by the summer sun. Flip had seen beautiful women his whole life and were chased by quite a few. Though something about this girl touched him the moment her gurney had burst through the ER doors.

Her, her friend and their taxi driver had been hit by a drunk driver. Miraculously they had all survived. Mary had a broken leg and arm, and the taxi driver had had internal bleeding that they’d sewn up. The drunk driver, as always, came away with only minor cuts and bruises.

Mary was released the next day when all her tests had come back clear. The cab driver was released about a week ago. And the drunk driver was also released the day after the accident and sent straight to jail.

Ro, unfortunately, had not been so lucky. When she’d come in, beyond the cuts and bruises, it didn’t look like there was anything wrong with her. Aside from the fact that she was unresponsive. Which was why they paged Flip, knowing they were going to need a neurosurgeon after her eye exam looked troubling.

Flip had lifted each eyelid and flashed his otoscope in each of her pupils and he saw that she’d had swelling of the optic nerve. They quickly rushed her to get a CT scan. The results had shown that she’d had a brain bleed. They had immediately wheeled her into an available OR.

He knew that the surgery had went well. Flawless, in fact. She’d had swelling and they put her in a medically induced coma to stop the edema, before it did major damage. After her surgery, the swelling had gone down and her vitals were stable. Everything was textbook perfect but after two weeks, Ro still wasn’t coming out of her coma.

Flip looked down at her, his frustrations mounting with each passing day. “Dammit! Why won’t you wake up? Where did I go wrong?” Flip growled, angry at himself.

“Doctor?” A voice came from the doorway.

Flip turned to see Ro’s best friend, Mary. He cringed knowing that she more than likely had heard his rant.

“Sorry, Ms. Ferris.” Flip apologized.

“No changes, huh?” Mary asked solemnly, hobbling in awkwardly. Both her left leg and arm were set in hot pink casts.

“No, unfortunately not.” Flip sighed as he sat on the edge of the bed. “The surgery went well.
Very
well. Her vitals are perfect but she’s just not waking up.” He explained.

He wrapped his long graceful fingers, surgeon’s fingers, around Ro’s wrist and checked her pulse. It, of course, was strong and sure.
I just don’t get it.
He thought to himself.

“It’ll work itself out, I’m sure.” Mary comforted him, in a strange role reversal. “She’ll come around. Maybe she’s just milking it.” She grinned and then leaned over the bed to talk to Ro. “I know you needed a vacation, but jeez!” Mary joked and then swallowed thickly, obviously more worried than she was let on.

Flip chuckled reluctantly at the joke. “I’ll give you some privacy.”

“Thanks.” Mary said sadly before he left the room.

~~~

“Haha! Very funny, Mary. I’m here, I swear! I can hear you! Don’t let the doctor leave!” Ro screamed uselessly.

She had been trapped in a room with no doors. Only a vintage chaise lounge and an elaborate chandelier hanging from above. She’d been there for the last two weeks, since the accident. At least she thought it was that long. The sparkling chandelier was her only source of light, since the room didn’t have any windows either. So she had no concept of time. Though she could hear anyone that came to speak to her. Almost like a cruel joke.

She was terrified that she’d go mad if they didn’t help her soon.

“We’ll find a way to get you out of this coma, Ro. I promise.” She heard Mary say as if from a tunnel.

“Please hurry, Mary! Please, hurry.” Ro collapsed on the lounge and started to sob.

~~~

Flip desolately made is way from the hospital to the Children’s hospital’s annual carnival fundraiser being held at Navy Pier. Many of the sick or recovering children, their families, and the general public were enjoying the festivities.

There were rides, booths with games to win stuffed animals, and vendors’ booths that sold their wares. There was even a dunk tank, where the kids could dunk their doctors and nurses, when they arrived before or after their shifts for the day. Everyone was in high spirits, except for Flip.

He made his way around, stopping to talk with everyone. He smiled when it was polite, but his mind was never far from the quiet hospital room. Where a beauty slept and wouldn’t wake up.

As usual the women who were in attendance, stared at him longingly. Almost sighing as he passed by. Flip was beyond gorgeous to the majority of women he came across. His mother being Chinese and his father black, his skin was a caramely brown. His dark hair was cut low but long enough on top to showcase adorable tight curls. His brown eyes, he got from his mother, were warm yet seductive and his full lips begged to be kissed. Flip’s body, like his father; was tall, broad, and muscular. He’d played college football and was good enough to go pro, but chose the academic route instead. And he’d become a brilliant neurosurgeon, though he still kept his body in near perfect, football condition.

His physical appearance, his sharp mind, -and let’s face it- his bank account; all combined to make him one of the greatest catches in all of Chicago. Though he hadn’t been looking to get caught lately.

Flip had dated several women over the years. Too many to count, in fact. Most of them had been socialites or wannabes that unfortunately circulated around his world. Flip had become tired, fairly quickly, of the grasping materialistic, often empty-headed, gold-diggers that came into his life. So he’d taken a much needed vacation from dating nearly a year ago. Which was why he didn’t see the looks of attraction, lust, and adoration as he passed by the women at the carnival.

“It’s not a coma. It’s an ill wish.” A gravelly voice reached his ears.

Flip stopped and looked around, but he only saw a little old woman with a gypsy-like turban on her head. She wore a voluminous and shapeless dress, along with several rings on each finger. Her booth was draped in bright silky scarves and cloth. One in deep purple hung over a round table with the cliché crystal ball on top.

The supposed fortune teller looked directly at him, so Flip assumed she had been addressing him as he passed.

“Excuse me?” He asked hesitantly.

“It’s not a coma. It’s an ill wish.” The woman repeated.

Flip stepped closer to the woman, curious. “What do you mean?”

“The beauty you’re fretting over. She is not in a coma. She’s under a…let’s say, a spell.” The old woman informed him.

“A spell? Like a fairy tale?” Flip said skeptically.

“I guess you could say that.” The woman nodded and shrugged her shoulders.

“Yeah. O….kay.” Flip said, his voice filled with sarcasm as he started to turn and walk away.

“I know you don’t believe me.” The woman blurted out and clasped his arm tightly. Stronger than he would’ve imagined for such a little woman. “But you should. Modern medicine can’t save her. Though you can if you take a chance.”

“I’m listening.” Flip said with a doubtful scowl.

“Her grandfather broke the heart of a dangerous woman, years ago. So she put a curse on him and his entire bloodline.” The fortune teller explained with a faraway look in her eyes. “Great tragedy will befall every member of his family by their thirtieth birthday. If you don’t believe me, check her family history and you’ll see.” The gypsy finished.

“Well, even if I were to believe you. What can I do about it, if medicine won’t cure her?” Flip asked in frustration.

“In order to save her, you must go in and bring her back.” The old woman informed him.

“Go in where? I already went into her brain to fix it. Where else can I go?” Flip asked in confusion.

“I’m not talking about the physical world. There are other dimensions that you don’t even know about. She is currently trapped in one of them. So you need to go in and find her.” She said firmly.

“How in the hell am I supposed to go to another dimension to find her?” Flip was starting to lose his patience with the silly discussion.

The old woman dug around in a bag she had next to her. She pulled something out that was clutched in her hand and she said a few words in another language that Flip didn’t understand. She then held her hand out facing down, waiting for him to hold out his.

Flip slid his hand across the table, palm up. She opened her fingers and a blue crystal with a leather cord tied around it, dropped into his hand.

“Put this around your neck. Go to her room, take her hand and say, ‘I am of this world. World fall away and take me to her.’ Repeat this as you fall asleep and you’ll reach her dimension. Though, I must warn you.” The old woman paused for effect and Flip leaned in curiously. “It won’t be easy. You’ll have to fight off your worst fears to get to her. But if you do, you’ll be worthy of her. Of her love. And if you bring her back, you’ll also break the curse. The decision is yours.” The gypsy finished.

“Uh…thanks. I think.” Flip said as he rose up from the table still clutching the crystal pendant.

“Still don’t believe me, ask her friend Mary about her family.” The old woman called out as he strode away.

Flip had been ready to discount everything the fortune teller had said. As soon as he was out of her line of sight, he was going to pitch the necklace in the trash. Though, her parting words stopped him. It was impossible for her to know that Ro had a friend named Mary. It was impossible for her to know a lot of what she’d said.

He rushed back to the hospital in the hopes that Mary would still be there visiting Ro. He strode swiftly into the building, greeting colleagues quickly as he passed by. He practically ran to Ro’s room and skidded to a halt at the door. He was in luck, Mary was still there.

“Mary!” Flip said breathless. “I have to ask you something.”

“Uh, sure Doc. What’s up?” The slender brunette asked.

“Ro is thirty, right?”

“Yes.”

“When did she turn thirty?”

“The night of the accident.”

Flip swallowed hard.

“Where are her parents? Why haven’t they come to visit her?” He asked warily.

“Oh, they both passed away years ago. Her dad was in some sort of boating accident and died. They think her mother died of a broken heart after that. My family lived next door to them, so my parents decided to take Ro in and raise her.” Mary told him sadly.

“Do you know how old her father was when he died?” Flip asked hesitantly.

“I’m pretty sure he was twenty-nine.” Mary nodded.

“She has no aunts or uncles or grandparents?”

“No, they all died in terrible accidents. Ro has never really said it out loud, but I think she thinks her family is cursed.” Mary said as she squeezed Ro’s limp hand.

“Did they all die by the age of thirty?” Flip asked nervously.

“Um… Oh God! I think they did. You don’t think…” Mary left the question in the air, not willing to say it out loud.

“I don’t know. But it’s not looking good.” Flip said rubbing his hand across his forehead roughly.

“I-If it is a curse, does that mean she won’t ever wake up?” Mary said fearfully.

“I don’t know. But I intend to do everything in my power not to let that happen.” Flip said with determination.