?HIS BALLERINA?
THEME: {What the heart sees}
✍️ Written By Precious Pinky✍️
?Chapter Fifteen ?
~Search…~
?PAULO?
Paulo stared at the doc-ument in his grip as his thought began to move in circles.
It was impossible.
It can’t be.
How could it be a child?
It has to be a woman _Mrs Naomi Reyes_ to be precise.
She even admitted to it.
So why was this doc-ument in between his thumb and index finger saying a total different thing?
~FLASHBACK~
*If it’s what I’m thinking then don’t even start. I can’t bring myself to tell him about what happened that night. It will kill him and won’t even change anything but make him hate me more for keeping it away from him. And you know it.*
*I know but you have no other option. You can’t keep trying to remember something you can’t and that’s for one reason.*
*It’s better off this way.*
*Tell him the truth.*
~END OF FLASHBACK~
{A/N: In case you are lost or confused then just read chapter Six over so you won’t get so confuse again.}
Paulo had overheard Naomi and Lilian saying something like that when he came downstairs from Ace’s bedroom. He had overlooked it that day because he thought it wasn’t any of his business and maybe they were just discussing about something else. Something less important.
But he was wrong.
That discussion might even mean a lot in this investigation.
He tightened his grip around the doc-ument.
*What if your mother can’t remember that night because she wasn’t the one with your father when he died. What if it was someone else. Probably you.*
Could he be right when he said that?
*I had a dream…A man was lying on the floor, helplessly as he kept yelling at a child to run, a man came around and knocked him out then walked over to the trembling child and said, ‘let’s make a memory, shall we?’*
Ace had told him that some hours ago.
*What if that man lying hopelessly on the ground is your late father, the little child is you and the other man is the killer, the ringleader in this investigation?*
He had said those words to Ace.
What if he was actually right.
What if the person who was with Mr Reyes that night was Ace and not his mother?
He let out a de-ep breath as he got up to his feet and walked out of the police station, he entered his car, started the engine and drove out of the vicinity.
He picked up his phone and dialled a number. It rung for sometime, during the last ring, it was answered.
“Hello?”
“Mrs Reyes, it’s Paulo.” He said.
“Oh. Paulo. How are you doing, dear?” She asked in a motherly tone.
“Great. How about you?”
“Not bad. uh…why are you calling me instead of Ace, your friend?” She asked, confusion were evident in her voice.
“Oh, yeah. Well, I don’t want to speak with Ace but rather with you.” He said.
“With me?”
“Yeah. Can we meet and talk?”
“I hope no problem?”
“Not at all, ma’am. So what do you say? Or are you busy?”
She hesitate for a while before saying. “No. I’m not really busy. Alright. Let’s meet.”
Paulo smiled before hanging up the call. He needed answers. And it seems like Mrs Reyes was the only one capable of giving him the answers he need.
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?UNKNOWN?
“Claire over smarted us this time around.” A girl said, shaking her head in disappointment.
“Ahhh!” Another feminine voice that sounds so familiar yelled at the top of her voice in total anger. “How can this be? How can this be!?” She screamed.
“You need to stop shouting.” A male voice said, nonchalantly.
She snapped her head to look at him, her face were so ha-rd and it was also reddened in anger. “How can you tell me to stop shouting, huh? It was suppose to be our chance. It was suppose to be my chance! But what happens, that woman stole my chances from me.” She said angrily, stomping her foot on the ground. She does that when she’s always angry.
“Yelling and screaming won’t change anything, you know?” He said.
She rolled her eyes in disgust and annoyance. “And not being worried won’t help at all.”
“You are worried and having one of us worried is enough.” He shrugged.
“We need to do something. We can’t let Claire be one step ahead of us. I can’t let her take away my chances to riches.” She said.
“So what do you intend to do then?”
She folds her arms over her ch-est as she stared out of the window, de-ep in thought. Slowly a smirk appeared on her face. “We don’t have to wait for any coronation to take out our plans.”
“What do you mean?” The other girl asked.
“Coronation or not, Claire have to die.”
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?BALLERINA?
“can I ask a question?”
“Yes?”
“What was the cause of your blindness? I mean, what accident made you blind?” He asked.
Ballerina was a bit, No, she was really taken aback by the question.
Why was he asking her that?
Why does he even care?
How she got blind has absolutely nothing to do with him so what was this sudden curiosity all about?
She sighed, not saying a word.
Telling people about what happened to her wasn’t her greatest topic so far. It only reminded her of her ugly past and how much she had wished to die.
It reminds her of the good things she has lost and how she can never become happy ever again.
She was broken.
She was hurt.
It was written in her eyes but who would want to pay attention to those blind eyes of hers to see exactly what she was pa-ssing throu-gh?
Who would take his or her time to study the emotions in her eyes which held so many stories, so many secrets, so many pain…
She had tried escaping, she had tried running away but it wasn’t possible. For her. It was like running away from yourself which is not possible.
She sighed, as she tightened her grasp around the long stick she was holding onto.
But then again….
Why does she feel so free around him?
What was this urge she was feeling? The urge to tell him about herself and what’d happened to her eyes? Everything. Why was the urge so strong?
“You don’t have to say anything.” He said.
She clears her throat. “I…”
“PRINCESS BALLERINA!” That was definitely Heather’s voice.
?ACE?
“Princess Ballerina?” Ace mumbled under his breath as he stared at the blind girl standing in front of him. His gaze moved to the running girl coming towards them.
His head suddenly started hurting. Ace held his head in between his hands, groa-ning out in pain.
“Are you okay?” The girl asked worriedly.
~FLASHBACK~
*Hi…*
….
*what are you doing here?*
….
*want to play?*
….
*I’m Ballerina.*
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*Ballerina?*
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~END OF FLASHBACK~
Ace head were moving his circles. Flashes of kids talking were playing in his head. The memory were coming in flashes.
*I’m Ballerina.*
*PRINCESS BALLERINA.*
{A/N: When you see the star <*> know it’s something that has to do with flashbacks}
Ace slowly look up at her, her eyes were also on him.
Who was she?
What was this memory all about?
How come he doesn’t remember that memory?
Wait, was it even a memory? He didn’t even see the kids’ faces.
“I have to go.” He said.
“No. Wait_” He was already gone.
Ace got into his car and drove off on a very high speed without turning back to glance at her.
He was confuse. Very confuse.
What were those memory?
Who were those kids?
*What if your memory is playing tricks on you, Ace?*
Paulo words echoed in his head. He quickly pressed on the brake pedal, coming to a stop in the middle of a quiet road.
*What if your mom can’t remember that night because she wasn’t the one who was with your father but someone else. Probably you.*
Ace was breathing heavily as he stared out of the window.
What if Paulo was right? What if there is something missing in his head? Like a memory?
“No, no. That can’t be possible. It’s crazy. I’m completely fine. My memory is also fine.” He sighed. “I just have to stay away from that girl. Far away.” He whispered to himself.
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?PAULO?
“Mrs Reyes.” He smiled as she took her seat, in front of him. She smiled back at him. “I’m glad you came.”
“Yeah.” She nods. “why do you want to see me, Paul?” She now asked after they were served with their orders.
“It’s…” He paused. “It’s about Ace.”
She furrowed her brows at him in confusion. “Ace? What about him? Is he okay?”
He smiled. “Yeah. He’s okay. But…” He looks directly to her eyes. “I think he isn’t okay mentally.”
“What? What do you even mean by that?” She questioned nervously.
“Mrs Reyes, I think you know what I’m talking about.”
“Excuse me?” She said, seeming offended.
Paulo opened his bag and brou-ght out a doc-ument, he dropped it on the table and pa-ssed it on over to Naomi. Naomi didn’t make any attempt to take it, she just stare down at the doc-ument.
“You were the one who asked my boss to stop every investigation going on about your late husband’s death, right?”
“wha…what?” She stutters.
He could see the nervousness in her eyes. He could see her fear.
“You wanted us to stop the investigation because you were afraid. Afraid of the truth coming forth.”
“What are you even saying, Paul?” She questioned, feigning innocent.
“Since you are acting not to know what I’m talking about then I’m going to go right straight to the point…” He sighed. “You weren’t the one with Mr Reyes that night but Ace, right?”
Naomi eyes went wide as soon as Paulo said those words. She began flic-king her fingers. “How…what?” She stammers.
“Tell me the truth, Mrs Reyes…Ace was the witness not you, right?” She didn’t say anything. “Did Ace lost his memory?”
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#To Be Continued…