????HIS BALLERINA????
THEME: {What the heart sees}
✍️Written By Precious Pinky✍️
???? Chapter Forty ????
~A friend to hold on to~
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“This is getting more fun.” She smirked, twirling her hair around her index finger as she stared at the window. “Knock, knock, princess.”
She blew out some bubbles with the bubble gum, still smirking. After a while, she turned to leave but heard footsteps from behind.
“Who are you?” The guard asked.
She turned around and stared at the guard. “Who am I?”
He let out a sigh of relief as soon as he saw her face. “Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be inside or something?”
“Do you know there is something called, mind your own business?” She asked, tilting her head to the side.
“Well, I should be the one asking you that. Besides this is my business. The palace.”
“I warned you.” She said, lifting a gun and pointed it at the guard’s face.
“What… what are you doing?” He stuttered, taking a quiet step away from the girl with a weapon.
“What? Scared?”
“Drop that thing. You…”
“I warned you.” With that, she pulled the trigger.
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????BALLERINA????
“Who…who is there?” Ballerina asked nervously, scooting to the other side of the bed. She was scared.
She have never been this afraid in her life before.
She thought of an escape but nothing was coming to her fu-cked up head and mind.
Her gaze dropped down to her phone, lying on the table at the other side of the bed.
Ballerina stared at door then slowly got up and went closer to the table. She quietly picked up her phone and quickly clic-ked on the call app, she was going to dial Paulo’s number when the door to her room was suddenly pushed open.
Ballerina dropped to her knees, letting out a loud scream as she shut her eyes close in total fear.
She heard footsteps approaching her but she didn’t open her eyes, she rather tightened her eyes shut, praying for God’s help.
“My princess?”
“Heather?” She jerked her head up to find her personal maid staring at her in complete confusion. “What are your doing here? Why are you even here? It’s fu-cking late!” She yelled in anger, coming back up to her feet.
“I’m very sorry for scaring you, my princess.” She said gently. “But we came here to see if you were okay.”
“We?” Ballerina looked behind Heather and saw the other maids, standing in front of her door. They were all murmuring about something, making her worried. “What’s going on?”
“My princess, didn’t you hear anything?” Eva, one of the maids asked, walking inside the room.
Ballerina raised a questioning brow at her, wondering what they meant by that.
Were they talking about the thump that came to her door?
Wait, did they hear anything about it?
Or did that murderer sent they a message as well?
“What are you talking about?” She asked slowly.
“There was…” Eva start to talk but Heather stopped her immediately.
“It’s nothing, my princess.”
“What?”
“You don’t need to get worried about anything. Just go to bed.”
“What are you doing, Heather?” Eva asked her. “We need to tell the princess what we all heard.”
“And then what happens? We can’t get the princess worried over something we are not so sure about.” Heather said.
“But…”
“Hello, the princess is standing right over here.” Ballerina quickly cuts in. “What is going on, Heather? What is it Eva wants to tell me? And why are you stopping her!?”
“You don’t have to get all worked up about it, my princess.” Heather said calmly.
“Wait, do you expect me to sleep peacefully after hearing those incomplete words? I’m already worried, okay?” The situation at hand wasn’t just the only thing that’s making her worried…. The note she just received was making her very worried as well.
And she’s as scared as fu-ck!
Don’t blame her. Like seriously, who wants to die this early? Definitely not her.
“My prince…”
“Speak, Heather. What’s going on? what did you hear? Answer me truthfully… it’s an order now.” She ordered, folding her arms across her chest and waited patiently for Heather to start talking.
“We heard a gunshot, my princess.” Eva spoke before Heather could get any word out.
“WHAT?” Ballerina snapped, walking closer to them. “What gunshot did you hear? When?” She panicked.
“It was twenty minutes ago, my princess. We thought you heard it also or maybe you were the victim.” Heather sighed. “We were very afraid that what happened to ma’am Claire had happened again.” She added sadly.
Ballerina let out a de-ep sigh, walking closer to Heather. “I’m fine, Heather.” She a-ssured her. “I’m fine, everyone.” She said to the other maids. “You guys don’t have to always get worried about me.”
“It’s our job, my princess.” Eva said.
“I know. But don’t also forget my duty as a princess is to protect everyone that works under me and also the people of the city.”
“Yes my princess.” They all said in unison.
“Good. Where is my phone?” She looked around and found it on the bed. Heather quickly rushed to it and collected it then handed it over to Ballerina.
“What do you want to do, my princess?” Heather asked.
“Call the police. But first, we need to go out there and see if everything is okay.” She said to them.
“Okay, my princess.”
They all went outside, holding any thing as a weapon to use as protection. Some were holding fry pan, some were holding pot while Ballerina was holding a lamp.
They went separate ways in search of anything abnormal. Ballerina decided to go to her window direction.
She approached there quietly but suddenly stumbled upon something and fell. She gro-aned in pain, picking up her phone and the lamp and stood up to her feet. She went closer to see what it was that made her fell.
Her eyes balled out of its socket as she found the lifeless body of her guard on the ground. Blood were gushing out of his head. “Arghhhhhhhh!” Ballerina let out a loud yelp, dropping to the ground.
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The siren, the voices, everything went to the back of her mind as she just stared at the corpse being taken away.
Tears rolled down to her face. Ballerina sniffed, lowering her gaze down to her shaky hands.
She couldn’t breath.
Her guard lifeless body was still displaying her head.
Was that how her aunt’s body looked like when she had walked in that morning?
Where exactly was the blood gushing out from?
Why does life have to be this cruel and unfair?
That guard have worked for the palace for close to fifteen years or more. He was an elderly man who had a wife and two daughters.
He love his family so much. The main reason why he worked as a guard was to take care of his family.
She admired the man for that.
And now, he was gone.
How will his family feel?
What will they do?
How will they survive?
“Here,” Heather handed her a glas-sof cold water. “You need to be strong, my princess.”
“I’m…” Ballerina sighed, grabbing the glas-sfrom Heather. “I feel so guilty.”
“It wasn’t your fault, my princess. He was only doing his job.”
“That’s the problem!” Ballerina snapped. “He was only doing his damn job. His duty. But me? I can’t even do my duty as the princess.”
“What are you saying, my princess?”
“I…”
“Ballerina.” A de-ep voice called from behind.
Ballerina slowly stood up to her feet and turned around to face the person. “Ace?”
“How are you feeling?” He asked her.
“I…” She quickly walked into his arms, holding him tight to herself. “Ace, you came.”
“Yeah.” He muttered, patting her back gently.
Heather quietly collected the glas-sfrom Ballerina and left.
Ballerina pulled away, looking up at him. “This isn’t a dream?”
Ace shook his head. “No. What happened?”
She shook her head, sniffing hard. “I…I don’t know. One minute, I was going to bed, the next minute, I received a note and the other minute, I heard a loud knock on my door, and then this.” She pointed at the situation at hand. “Um, but what are you doing here? Do you work as a police?”
“I was with detective Paulo when you called.”
“Did I just hear Ace the almighty call me detective?” Paulo appeared by their side. “Princess.” He nodded at her. “How are you feeling?”
“Everyone keep asking me that.” Ballerina sighed. “Did you find anything?”
“Not really. It’s quite obvious that he was shot.” He look at Ace. “I didn’t know you knew the princess.”
“Why should you know?”
“Hey, what are best friends for?”
“Shut up, man. I didn’t even know you were the one taking her case.”
“Why should you know?”
Ace rolled his eyes. “Fair enough.” He look down at Ballerina. “You look tired.”
“I’m scared.” She admitted.
“Come on, I will take you to bed.” Ace grabbed her hand and was about to take her away when she stopped him.
“Hold on.” She turned to Paulo. “Here,” She gave him the note she had received. “I received this note before the incident.”
Paulo read the note. “Knock, knock.” He look up at Ballerina. “How did you receive it.”
“From the window.” She said.
“From the window?” He looked up at the window and slowly look down at the spot where the guard body had laid lifelessly. “He died right on the spot where you received that note.” He murmured to himself.
“What do you think?” Ballerina asked Paulo.
Paulo shrugged, stuffing the note into his pan-ts pocket along with his hands. “I think he saw the person who sent that note to you.”
“What?”
“He was shot right on the same spot you got the note. It’s very obvious, princess.”
“What should we do?”
“I say, we watch and wait for the next note.”
“Wait, you think they are going to send another note?” Ace asked.
“Yeah. This note only said knock, knock. That can’t be the only message they want to send across. They will surely send more. Who knows, it might be the pieces we really need.” He sighed. “Can I see the CCTV camera, princess?”
“Sure. One of the guards will take you to the control room.”
“Sure.” He smiled then walked away.
She turned back to Ace and grabbed his hand, smiling. “Let’s go.”
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“Thanks for coming with him.” She said, pulling Ace to sit by her side.
“You need to stop thanking me.” He said.
She laughed. “Yeah.” There was a moment of silence until she spoke again. “Why were you both together?”
He shrugged. “No particular reason. I just wanted to get away from home.”
“What happened home?” She asked.
He hesitate for a while. “I got into a fight with her.”
“Her?”
“The woman that gave birth to me.”
“Oh, you mean your mother.” She knitted her brows at him. “Do you hate her this much?”
“I… i don’t know.” He sighed. “I blame her for my father’s death, because… I thought she was the one with him the night he died.”
“You thought?”
“I thought wrong. Turned out I was the one with my father that night and not her. I blamed her for something she knows nothing about.” He ran his tongue along his dried li-p, making it we-t and plumpy. “I don’t know what to do anymore. I really said mean things to her. But do you know the most funny thing?” She shook her head. “I don’t regret anything I did to her.”
“You don’t?”
“I don’t. There’s still something about her that doesn’t feel right. There’s something in my memory about her that i just can’t remember.”
“But, if you were the one with your father that night and not your mother… then you should remember something.”
“Exactly! I can’t. I can’t remember anything. The memory I have is totally different from the real thing that happened that night.”
“Wait, is your memory messed up?”
“Funny, right?”
“No one is laughing.” She sighed. “But, why do you feel hate towards your mother?”
“I don’t know!”
“Could it be… what if the memory you are having about your mother that you thing is wrong isn’t wrong?”
“What do you mean?”
“Listen, your memory can’t be that messed up. You are not crazy. You are just… a guy who wants the truth. I don’t blame you for hating your mother or blaming her but, you need to find the missing piece, Ace.”
“What?”
“You need to find your missing self. That missing memory. Maybe that’s the only way you can figure out this murderer.”
Ballerina sighed at herself as soon as she said those word.
~His missing self…
She also have a missing part. Although she don’t think she lost any memory of hers but it feels like she did.
Doctor Charles couldn’t have told her those things for nothing.
He can’t be lying to her.
If she really want Ace to take her advice then she needs to play an example.
She need to figure out that missing self of hers.
There might be something she needs to remember but just can’t.
There might be something hidden in her fu-cked up head.
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#To Be Continued…