?HIS BALLERINA?
THEME: {What the heart sees}
✍️Written By Precious Pinky✍️
?Chapter Sixteen ?
~Change of plans…~
?UNKNOWN?
“What do you intend to do now?” A lady asked, sitting down beside another young lady who was busy smoking and drinking.
“Find another way.” She said, puffing out another smoke of cigarette.
“I think I know what we can do.” The lady said with a smile on her face.
“You do?” She questioned, dropping down the almost finished cigarette on the floor and stomping on it to quench out the fire. “What is it?”
“Claire must have read our moves while she was with us. If we still wait up for the next coronation then she will another step ahead of us.” She sighed. “There is only one way we can be a step ahead of her.” She said.
“And how can that be?”
“We change our plans.”
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?BALLERINA?
“My princess,” Heather called out as she got closer to Ballerina, who was facing the same spot Ace was earlier before. “How are you?”
Ballerina shook her head slowly let out a de-ep sigh. “I… don’t know.” She answered honestly. “One minute i was feeling good. I was less angry. I forgot about my anger and just focused on the wave and atmosphere but the next minute… the feelings were all gone and replaced with the anger that had brou-ght me here.” She said, furrowing her brows in confusion.
“Are…you okay, my princess?” Heather questioned again not sure of what to do now.
Ballerina didn’t say anything before a while, but said afterwards, “Did you see him?”
Heather look around them to see if she would see anyone around but she couldn’t find anyone. “Who, my princess?” She asked.
“Him.The gentle fellow.” She said.
“My princess… there’s no one here aside from you and I. Are you really sure you are okay?”
Could it be Heather didn’t see him?
Could it be her mind had made him up in her head?
Was he even real?
But does an imaginary person talk?
What was wrong with her?
Why can’t she have a normal conversation with someone without having the fear of it being an illusion?
She doesn’t even know whether or not she exist as well.
It’s crazy. Very crazy.
She shook her head quietly, bringing a smile that obviously wasn’t reaching her eyes to her face. Let’s go home.” She began walking away.
“Yes, my princess.” Heather wrapped her arms around Ballerina and began guiding her steps. “What happened between you and Aunt Claire?” She asked, breaking the silence that fell between them both.
She wanted to talk. She wanted to tell someone, just anyone about her anger and frustration but she couldn’t. She can’t.
The words were so heavy for her to let out.
Or maybe she was only just being so stubborn and close not to tell anyone.
She doesn’t know who or what to believe. If her aunt could keep secrets from her then anyone can as well.
“It’s nothing.” She whispered. Heather didn’t push it, she just nod her head with a gentle smile on her face. If her princess doesn’t want to tell her anything then it’s probably for the best.
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Ballerina went straight to her dance studio as soon as they got home. She didn’t say a word to anybody even when the maids and guards greeted her, she didn’t respond to them.
She shuts her door closed and locked it up with its key before turning on the speaker. One of her favorite music filled the room, it was the same music she had danced to the very first day she showed the world her talent.
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~FLASHBACK~
They clapped, they cheered, they whistled, they screamed, they were happy, it was written on their faces.
Ballerina stood in front of the audience, her hands were up in the air as she stared at the cheering audience with a smile on her face.
How can her dance make them this happy?
Was it normal?
Of course it was. She was always happy whenever she dances as well.
If she could be happy when dancing then it was normal for other people to be happy while they watch her dance.
“That was amazing.” Claire said as soon as Ballerina walked back stage. “You were amazing.” She smiled.
“I was. But why are you crying?” Ballerina asked, the smile on her face varnished as it was replaced with worry and fear.
Claire went closer to her niece and wrapped her arms around Ballerina, hugging her to herself. “You were amazing. Am not crying…they are only tears of joy.” She said, stro-king her hair gently.
Ballerina slowly hug-ged her aunt back, wrapping her arms around her wai-st. “I thought you were crying because you didn’t like the dance.” She said sincerely.
“How would I not like something as beautiful as that?” Claire stated, pulling away from Ballerina, but her arms were still around her. “Even your parents will be very proud of you.”
Ballerina li-ps stretched into a smile. “You think so?”
“I know so.” She said, tucking a stray of hair behind her ear.
“Aunt?” Ballerina suddenly call out, her expression held worry again. “Why are you doing this?”
Claire raised a confuse brow at her. “What are you saying?” She questioned.
“You should be out there going out on dates and all that instead of being here looking after me.” She said.
Claire let out a sigh, hugging Ballerina again. “It’s my fault.” She said in a whisper.
“What do you mean?” Ballerina asked, confused.
“I’m paying a price.” She finally said after hesitating for a long time.
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~END OF FLASHBACK…~
Ballerina didn’t understand what her aunt meant by that. She didn’t even think too much about it. She felt maybe it was just something that wasn’t very important.
She sat on the floor, hugging her knees against her ch-est, as tears began flowing down to her face.
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~FLASHBACK~
“Why are you running?” Her mom asked, pulling Ballerina up in her arms. “You will fall if you keep running.” She said.
“But I didn’t fall now, mum.” Ballerina said, laughing.
“You might not have fell today but that doesn’t mean you are going to be that lucky tomorrow.” Her mother said, pulling little Ballerina with her into the house.
“But I do run all time and I still didn’t fall.”
“Let me tell you a story,” Her mother said, sitting her down at the edge of the bed. “There is this servant who loves to steal from his master. He would pack up all of his master’s things and take it home to his family with no one knowing. He kept doing this sinful act for two years without anyone finding out. He was lucky. He found himself lucky so because of that, he didn’t want to stop but one day, he walked into his master’s bedroom to steal his diamonds and just when he was about leaving the room, his master was standing right in front of the door. He caught him stealing his diamonds. So you see, we might be lucky today but tomorrow is not guarantee for us.” She said, smiling.
“How come the master didn’t notice about his diamonds missing?”
“Let’s say he has a lot of diamonds to even notice that one was missing.” Her mother explained.
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~END OF FLASHBACK~
Ballerina lay down on the floor and started crying all over again. She miss her mom. She miss her dad. She miss her parents so much. So why did death have to take them away from her. Why do they have to sli-p out of her fingers?
Does she deserve this pain? Did she commit a sin and maybe she’s being punished for it?
Why does her life have to be so close to tragedy?
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?CLAIRE?
Claire stood in front of the dance studio, her ear were pressed against the closed door as she listens to the cries of her niece.
She wish she could do something, anything for her dear niece.
But she couldn’t.
Come to think of it, she was the cause of all this.
Tears rolled down to her face as she pulled away from the door and began walking away.
She knows for sure that Ballerina wants to be alone and walking in will only make her angry.
She wrapped her arms around herself as she walked down to the path that led to her room.
Just as she walked into her room she was met with something. No someone.
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?PAULO?
For a minute he thought she was going to say something. He thought she was going to finally open up and say the truth but he was in for a more bigger shock when she snapped out at him.
“What the hell are you talking about?” She was glaring at him. “Are you trying to say my son, your friend is living with an incomplete memory?”
“I never said that.”
“Then what are you saying?” she questioned. “I had no problem with the both of you investigating about the murder of my husband but I will have a problem with you if you keep poking your nose into matter that is less of your concern.” Paulo opened his mouth to talk but she beat him to it as she continued. “If you want to investigate then do just that and leave Ace’s memory out of it and also, I’m the one who was with my husband that night and not Ace. Is that clear?” She picked up her bag and stood up to her feet. She had already taken two steps but stopped and turned back to face Paulo again. “I gave Ace a doc-ument this morning, you can use that for the investigation and like I’ve said earlier, do not involve Ace’s memory into your investigation.” With that said she walked out.
Paulo shook his head slowly as he look down at the paper in front of him. He had scribbled down something on it while he was having this conversation with Naomi.
‘She knows something…’
‘It took her three minutes to give him answers…’
‘She overreacted…’
He sighed as he read throu-ghthe words he had written.
He was right after all, Ace knows something about his father’s death. He was the witness not his mother. He can’t tell Ace about this unless he has a proof to back up his instinct.
Speaking of the doc-ument she had given to Ace…
He opened his bag in search of it but could not find it in his bag. He paused as he thought of the place he had left the doc-ument because he could clearly remember picking it up from the table at the café…wait a minute, he had dropped it back on the table while he answered his phone, he left the Café without the doc-ument.
Damn!
Paulo shot up to his feet, grabbed his bag and phone and ran out of the Coffee shop. He needs to go over to Ace’s Café for the doc-ument.
How can he be so careless to have left it there?
Paulo entered his car and just when he was about to start the ignition his phone started ringing, he brou-ght it out from his pocket and stared down at the caller ID, it was an unknown number, he answered the call and placed the phone against his ear.
“Hello?” He said to the person at the other line.
“I guess you are on your way to the café, right?” It was a feminine voice that came throu-ghthe other line.
“Who is this?” He questioned instead of providing answers to the unknown person.
Her feminine laughter echoed throu-ghthe other line “Someone you are very eager to meet with. Anyway, I will advice you not to go over…you know why? it’s useless and that’s because the doc-ument is with me now.”
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#To Be Continued…