Broken Hearts On Boulevard Unirii novel Chapter 68

The day before my trip I called him to re-confirm our meeting.

When I got to the gas station, I saw that he was waiting for me in his car. I was rather surprised to see him already there, for I was sure I would have to wait for him, since he was always late. I had even brought a book with me. I parked next to him and got into his car.

"Claudio, what's happening?" I asked.

"I know that what I am about to tell you will sound very strange, but you must do something for me," he said.

"Whatever you want. Tell me," I said.

"I don't know where to start. You are surely going to laugh at me".

"I promise not to laugh," I replied.

"Roxanna cast a curse on me. I want you to talk to her to remove the curse," he told me.

"What are you talking about? Are you out of you mind?" I asked.

"Let me tell you how and when it all started," he responded.

I sat in his car and heard the weirdest story that I could possibly hear from my close friend Claudio.

And thus he began.

"From the very first moment that I laid eyes on Roxana, I knew she was mine. We only had to exchange glances and I could feel sparks between us. I felt a thud in my heart and my stomach turned over. When I got closer to and touched her, I felt a tremor in my hands as though an electric current passed through me.

When we were alone in the room making love, she seemed drugged and looked like she was entering into a world of ecstasy accompanied by trembling and spasms. She rolled her eyes so much that her pupils disappeared and I only saw the whites of them. With wide open eyes she reached orgasms, all the while scratching me until blood trickled from my neck, hands and back."

"That doesn't mean anything. She is probably a nymphomaniac," I interrupted him.

"Don't interrupt me and listen to the end," he countered.

"And what did you do," I asked.

"I got up and moved up a few rows. I couldn't bear to watch," he answered.

"What happened after that? Didn't you go back home right after the funeral?" I asked.

"I returned to Italy with all of you, as you know, but before I left, she repeated her ritual. We were in my hotel room but I was afraid to tell her that I was severing all contact with her. Once again, throughout the entire trip home, I felt sick and sat in the bathroom throwing up. Since my return home, I haven't contacted her.

"My problem is that every day I feel like I'm about to die. I have lost weight because I have no appetite. I have made a number of visits to my doctor who sent me for countless tests and couldn't find anything wrong. I have no strength even to get out of bed in the morning. I'm just fading away."

"Have you tried consulting a psychiatrist or a mental health professional?" I asked.

"Stop it. You are beginning to sound like Tiziana. I'm not mad. Roxana simply put a curse on me and I must get it removed," he yelled.

"And how do you plan to do that?" I asked.