Author's Notes (Part 4, Section 4)

08/08/2020

Maybe someday, one day...

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

Dreamer Girl by Asa

25/07/2020-26/07/2020 -   The deadline for the writing contest

I was in Sire's living room working very tediously with him to get the final chapter of my author's notes collation compiled since the following day was the deadline for the submission of manuscripts for the contest simply because of this contest, I have inescapably had to put my story to a standstill as I had managed to draft the story plan for chapter nineteen of my story.

I had been at Sire's house since the previous night, due to the fact that I had successfully managed to put up a really phony emergency act that my legs were hurting extremely.

Hence, my parents had rushed me down to the physiotherapist's, completely trusting that he would take good care of me but lo and behold, Sire's Dad was asleep while Sire himself was wide awake and of course, happy to have me around.

Immediately, we started operating, typing the previous author's notes that I had inscribed in my note pad plus chapter nineteen of my story. I was so delighted with myself for the work I had done because I could say proudly that I wrote my autobiography well.

It was lovely and it made me really emotional as I penned each chapter carefully, expressing my deepest moments of vulnerability, helplessness, and pain by weaving them with the most beautiful bundle of words. It was indeed a boon to be able to tell my true life story to the whole world and it was equally mindblowing to know that I was penning down the prodigies that were soon to take place in my life.

It was indeed, very powerful.

When we were done typing the last three chapters of the author's notes, it was already past one in the morning. We had gobbled down three whole bags of caramel popcorn and slumber was really starting to pull a tug of war with my eyelids.

But it was then Sire deemed it the right time to say the craziest thing ever:

"Queen?" he called me, his voice soft like fur, the screen of the laptop flashing right onto our faces as I lay on his thigh, my lids extremely heavy.

"Yes?" Using my lips had never been so difficult. The need to sleep was really making that a struggle now.

"I was thinking we should write about our trip to France as a way to end this beautiful story."

"But we don't even know if I'm going to win the contest or not. We are still compiling the drafts. Besides when did you become a writer?" a throaty sound escapes my lips in a hopeful attempt to let out a scoff like I'd intended but I'm too sleepy to care. I position my body a little so I can feel a lot more comfortable as I lay on his thigh.

"Do you know you can write your future into existence? I have so many things I have envisioned of you and me once we get to France. France is the city of love, you know? Besides leave my ability to write for me to deal with. Just allow me to write the last chapter."

He is running his palm gently on my face, the smoothness of it running against the bumpy face of mine caused by acne but the warmth of it makes it even harder for me to stay awake.

"Hmm. Very well then. Do whatever you please with the last chapter. I need to sleep right. Now. I'm exhaustedddd..." I dragged these words lazily before sleep's emblem, darkness embraces me entirely.

*

When I woke up the next day, I found myself on a couch in a living room that certainly did not look like the one I have been familiar with and I found myself in a big, comfy, lavender-colored blanket and when I opened my eyes fully, I instantly recall why I'm waking up to a surrounding that's not my residence.

I saw Sire sitting on the couch adjacent to where I was, typing, his fingers moving at the speed of light with his rapt attention keen on the laptop screen before him.

"Oh. my. God! Did you get any sleep at all last night?" I wheeze and just then does his eyes divert from the screen of his laptop to me and his stony expression controls immediately into the friendliest smile.

"I barely got any sleep. I had to make the final chapter as excellent as possible so I could not afford to slack on it, otherwise, I would mess it all up. I just finished uploading your story to the website. The results would be out in two weeks!"

"Oh wow!" I gape, getting off from the couch as I walk towards Sire.

"WE DID IT!" With a robust high five, we rejoiced triumphantly in unison, wrapping each other in the warmest embrace.

But the sound of a throaty cough coming to our hearing immediately slashes through the warmth of our embrace like a big bucket full of very cold water. Immediately, we dismember our arms from the entanglement to meet with the one who'd coughed.

It was Sire's dad, my physiotherapist standing by the door where he had obviously just stepped out of. Then a look of utter amazement beclouds his features on seeing that it was me his son was hugging so tightly. My heart thumped loudly beneath my chest.

Oh, the darkest day of doom is here!

"Why are you here this early in the morning? And...from the look of it, you clearly did not come to see me. Where are your parents? Wait..." He hesitates, taking a moment to look around his living room: the blanket I'd met myself in, crumpled on the floor, the empty bags of popcorn squeezed on the center table, then his eyes dart back to me, gazing over my monstrous, "I-just-woke-up" appearance.

Then his jaw drops as wide and as hollow as a well.

"Do not tell me that you spent the night here?!" He asks, befuddled, his eyebrows furrowing together, making it look like he had just a long, wavy eyebrow and not two which was scary.

My palms ball into fists of fear and trepidation as I swallow hard, deciding after all that it's high time I said nothing but the actual truth. I've come this far with Sire. Our escapades and all of the efforts we had put into this contest.

Lying about it would only be disrespectful a thing to do. It would render all of your sweat and toil to nothingness because what's the point of working hard over something yet you are unable to proclaim it to anyone who cares to inquire about it? It's more or less you being ashamed of your efforts.

"I lied to my parents last night. I told them I was feeling severe leg pain so they brought me here since it seemed like an emergency. I've been coming here very often so I can write my story on Sire's laptop. Sire has been helping me out greatly."

Sire nodded, proceeding the story from where I stopped as he alone could have explained it best to his father. Thankfully, the man was patient enough to hear it all. Which was quite the surprise.

The last thing I needed was Sire's father thinking that I'd been running away from home just so I could have illicit affairs with his son. I would be a dead piece of meat if he by chance makes that assumption because he could jabber on me to my parents which would be so fatal but from the looks of it, it did not seem like that was the assumption he was about to make. On the contrary, he looked pretty attentive to what we were saying to him.

"So...your parents really do not let you write your story at home?" he asked me and I nodded quickly, recourse washing over me immediately, and just as he was about to say something else, a thunderous knock comes resting on the door.

Sire rushed to get the door only, for the face of my Dad to come into view...

Jesus Christ! I'm screwed!

My dad gave the therapist a weird glance and wasted no time in firing the shots he'd loaded.

"I overheard you mentioning the word, 'story' to my daughter. I suppose she is here for medical treatment instead?"

Then those questioning, stony glances are directed towards me, heavily with profound, melancholic anger. Then it hits me that I'm standing upright on my feet when I had pretended to be nearly crippled the previous night

Oh God, please kill me now. I don't need anything fancy. Just a thunderbolt.

"OJUOLAPE!! Did you lie to me about your legs?! Did you make me bring you here just so you could write your story?!" His voice, cold enough to freeze venus.

Just as he makes an attempt to move closer to where I am, Sire's Dad, the psychotherapist came in the way.

"Sir, why don't you want your daughter to do what makes her happy? I've known about it since the very beginning and I've been in support of my son helping her out. Your daughter just submitted a powerful autobiography of her life to a contest that guarantees her a free trip to France if she wins the contest. Why don't you support her for what she really wants for herself if you claim to love her? I'm talking to you as an adult now on your daughter's behalf because I'm sure if she says these words to you, you would take it as her being disrespectful and disobedient but I'm pleading for her sake that you give her your blessing, and pray that she wins the contest because she has come this far already. You can literally feel the passion seeping out from her very existence."

I felt Sire's palms on mine and by that mere physical contact, I can feel his excitement and intense anticipation. I was so happy and astonished that Sire's dad was on my side because telling from the anger dissolving from my dad's face to...reconsideration if I was mistaken, I could tell that the physiotherapist's words were working. I could not believe he'd taken our side. Then, my dad looked at me and gave me a smile.

A wry smile. But a smile nevertheless. It was weird seeing him smile like that but at this moment, it meant a million things to me.

"You are one persistent girl aren't you? And it's clear that you really know what you want for yourself. What other choice do I have as a father but to give you my blessings? I'm sorry for letting you do the things you're passionate about in hiding. I'm sorry it took me this long do realize that I can only wish you the best but you are the only one who knows what's best for you. I'd speak to your mother about this but you know how hard it can be to convince her because she's a difficult person. So you had better win that contest." he said.

Tears poured down my eyes. I could not believe that my dad was actually apologizing to me and giving me the go-ahead. I was so very delighted. I tighten my grip on Sire's hand as he gave me a boyish grin and then I walk towards my further and did something I rarely do to him — I hugged him.

"Thank you so much, daddy. This really means a lot and I promise that I would disappoint you. The world is going to get to meet you in my story because I wrote just how much of a hero to were to me." I said...

"You are going to be great, baby girl." He replied, patting my back.

Then I turned towards my physiotherapist, the man who had been there for me through the years. His trustworthy and reliable hands that I'd held onto when I was learning how to walk again. I owed him a lot because he was indeed a rare jewel and I knew he truly had my back. He has always had my back.

Telling from how he had so much faith in my ability to walk again back then. There was no use running away with Sire whenever I had appointments with him. I should have just stayed back to update my story. This man believed in me clearly and I would not disappoint him.

"Thank you so much, sir," I said to him, and then I turned towards Sire, the one who'd spurred me onto my greatness and before I can stop myself, I gave him the hug of a lifetime and he returned it with the same amount of fervor.

Initially, I was going to kiss him but I could not risk doing that despite how excited I was because my dad was present but the host of heavens knew just how I delighted I really was.