?HIS BALLERINA?
THEME: {What the heart sees}
✍️Written By Precious Pinky✍️
?Chapter Seventeen ?
~Unwelcome Guest…~
?CLAIRE?
“What are you doing here?” She asked, her voice shaking in fear.
”Ah, now that sounds like a good news.” The feminine voice said in excitement. “Seeing you in fear excite me.”
“You shouldn’t be here. You…”
”Yeah, I know.” She cuts her off. “You were expecting us to attack during the coronation, weren’t you?” She asked, raising a questioning brow at the nervous woman in front of her.
It wasn’t actually a question because she knows just what the answer was going to be.
“Get out of here.” Claire ordered, shooting daggers at her.
“Now that isn’t the proper way to treat a guest and an old friend, don’t you think?”
“We are not friends.”
“True. But apparently I’m a guest.”
“An unwelcome guest.” Claire corrected. “Listen I know why you are here but trust me, you won’t be able to find it.”
The lady chuckles lightly, folding her arms across her ch-est, she tilted her head to the side. “You think so?” She stuffed her hands into her pan-ts pocket. “Because I will be able to… especially when you are gone.”
“What are you trying to say?”
“It’s quite a surprise you don’t understand what I meant. Don’t worry I will explain,” She walked closer to Claire. “My only chances of being victorious is by taking you out and when you are out, it will be easy to find it,” She paused. “with the use of Ballerina’s help, of course.” She winked.
“Don’t you dare touch my niece.” Claire warned.
“Of course I won’t. But it depends on you.” She stretched out her palm towards Claire. “Give it to me.”
“Never.”
“I will ask again for the last time…Give it to me.”
“I won’t. Never.” Claire said, shaking her head vigorously. “i won’t let you have it.”
The lady started laughing, her hands fell to her side. “Alright then. You’ve made your choice.”
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?ACE?
“What do you mean by the doc-ument is gone?” Ace asked in disbelief.
Paulo let out a de-ep sigh, running his fingers throu-ghhis hair, dishevelling in the process. “The doc-ument is gone.” He said for the hundredth time.
Ace couldn’t believe his ear. Yeah, he had forgotten about the doc-ument but he had expected Paulo to take it and check throu-ghit. Now that was another problem… None of them knows what the doc-ument contains or how it was of help to them in the first place.
If someone had taken the doc-ument then it means the doc-ument contains something very important and would have been of a great help to them. But how can that possibly be possible when the doc-ument, and their only chance of forwardness is already gone?
Blaming Paulo was his only way of releasing the burden from him but that won’t change any goddamn thing.
“This is bad.” He whispered.
“The caller was a lady.” Paulo said.
“A lady?”
“Yes.” Paulo nods his head. “Do you know what got me thinking?” Ace gave me the go ahead look. “This person had followed us to the Café that day.”
“Why do you think so?”
“There’s no way the person will know about the doc-ument being with us unless the person had followed us.” He thought for a while. “Or maybe the person had seen your mother handing it over to you.”
“Are you trying to say the murderer might be watching us right now as we speak?”
“It’s possible.” Paulo sighed. “Ace?”
“What?”
“Have you ever had any issue with your head?” He questioned.
Ace raised a questioning brow at him. “What are you saying? What do you mean by that?”
“I mean… Never mind.” He said, looking away.
“Hmm.” Ace was curious to know what his friend was talking about but he decided against pushing it.
Because it kinda seem like he was having problems with his head. Just like what had happened in the beach. a-ssuming it was a dream, he would have seen it as just a mere dream but it wasn’t.
What if it was a memory?
Now that sounds crazy.
“Wait a minute…” Paulo said, cutting throu-ghAce’s thoughts. “Your mother. She must have read the doc-ument before handing it to you.” Ace slowly nods his head, waiting patiently to see where Paulo was heading to. “We need to ask her some questions.”
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?NAOMI?
“you really need to tell them the truth!” Lilian said, handing a cup of tea to Naomi who was already seated.
“I’ve told countless times, no. I can’t tell Ace about anything until he start getting back his memory.” She said, Collecting the cup of tea from Lilian and setting it down on the table by her side.
Lilian let out a de-ep sigh, sitting down on the empty space beside Naomi. “What if the only way for him to get his memory is by remembering him of something that has to do with the past, huh?”
“It will kill him, Lilian. I’m scared of seeing Ace hurt.”
“He’s hurt already and he’s blaming you for it.”
Naomi sipped from the cup of tea, lowering her gaze to the floor. “It’s better this way.”
“He need answers and you are the only one to provide him with that.” She paused. “Paulo might soon get to know the truth, you know that right?”
“I won’t let that happen.” Naomi said, shaking her head vigorously. “Paul can’t find out the truth because if he does then there will be a probability of Ace knowing.”
“What exactly are you hiding from Ace?” Lilian suddenly asked, catching Naomi off guard.
“What do you mean?” Naomi asked slowly.
“What is in Ace’s memory that you are afraid of people knowing?”
“Excuse me?”
“Stop acting clueless, Naomi. I don’t get this, every mother will be willing to bring back their child’s memory but that isn’t the case for you,” She stared at her closely. “Unless you have something to hide.” She Rea he’d out for Naomi’s hand and held it in between hers. “Tell me, what are you hiding from everyone that Ace might know of but just can’t remember?”
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?BALLERINA?
Ballerina yawned, stretching her body. She slowly stood up to her feet and started walking towards the door.
She successfully got out of the room. Ballerina might be blind but she knows her way around her palace by heart.
She was walking down to her room, trailing her hands on the way so as not to miss her way.
She was just miles away from her room when she heard a scream that sounds so much like her aunt’s from the far end of the hallway.
Ballerina knitted her brows in confusion.
Why did her aunt shouted?
Did she fell?
Was she okay?
She was worried but yet still mad at her.
But then again, she was still her aunt and the woman who took care of her after her parents ‘ death.
Ballerina started making her way to her aunt’s room, she got to the room but stood in front of the closed door.
She knocked on it but heard nothing. She knocked again and again and again. The door suddenly open but she heard no voice of her aunt.
She slowly walked in. She felt something we-t beneath her feet.
Could this be water? She thought to herself.
“Aunt Claire?” She called out. “Aunt Claire are you there?” She called out again, walking to the center of the room when he leg hit something across the ground.
“Aunt Claire?” She suddenly felt something very ha-rd hit her on the head, she slowly fell to the ground and lost consciousness.
?HIS BALLERINA?
THEME: {What the heart sees}
✍️Written By Precious Pinky✍️
?Chapter Eighteen ?
~Funeral…~
?NAOMI?
“I… I don’t know what you are talking about.” Naomi said, getting up to her feet.
“Naomi_”
“You can’t keep doing this, Lilian.” She suddenly lashed out on Lilian. “What I do is for my son’s sake! What? Do you think I enjoy seeing him this messed up? Do you think I’m the murderer of my husband? Are you suspecting me?” She questioned, almost at the verge of crying.
Lilian stood up to her feet as well and walked closer to Naomi. “I’m not suspecting you, Naomi.” She said.
“Then what are you doing!?” She asked. “How could you even think I don’t want my son to regain his memory?”
“It’s quite obvious, Naomi. If you truly want him to regain his memory then you will tell him the truth.” Lilian explained.
“Telling him the truth doesn’t guarantee anything, Lilian.” She replied throu-ghgritted teeth, glaring directly at her best friend.
“Stop glaring at me.” Lilian said, folding her arms across her ch-est and looked away from Naomi.
“I’m leaving.” Naomi announced, picking up her handbag from the ground.
“Are you mad at me?” Lilian asked, looking back at her friend.
Naomi let out a sigh as she shook her head already heading towards the door. “I’m trying not to get mad at you.” That was her reply before walking out of the house.
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As soon as Naomi walked into the house, the first person she met was Paulo followed by the ha-rd face of her son.
He was drinking, while staring at her _rephrase, while glaring at her_
He has never for once smiled at her. He has never talked calmly to her, he has never hug-ged her, he has never eaten her food, he has never smiled, and most importantly, he has never called her mother. And that’s ever since her husband died.
Lilian was right. She didn’t just lose her husband… she lost her son as well _mentally_
“Hi.” She waved, slowly, looking in between her son and his friend. She was confused and at the same time worried.
Did something happened?
Did they find the murderer already?
Oh, maybe that doc-ument was of help to them after all.
Or wait, did Paulo said anything to Ace?
Different thoughts kept coming into her mind but as soon as the last one came in, she quickly shook her head, shaking out the thought.
“Hi Mrs Reyes.” Paulo was the one who greeted.
Ace didn’t do anything but took a sip from the ha-rd alcohol in the glas-scup. She don’t need to be told what it was. She knows her son better.
Well, that’s what she thinks.
“What’s going on here?” She asked, slowly.
“Um… it’s…”
“What was in the doc-ument?” Ace cuts Paulo off, hitting the nail on the head without any further delay.
Paulo glared at him. “I was going to say just that.”
“You were delaying.” Ace simply said.
“But I was still going to say it.”
Ace rolled his eyes, getting frustrated over his friend’s persistent. “And what different will it make?” He questioned coldly.
Paulo threw his hands in the air as if giving up from the battle. “Whatever.”
Their attentions were back to her now. And for a minute she wished the fight didn’t come to an end.
“So?” Ace questioned.
“Didn’t…you guys read throu-ghit?” She asked.
“We would have.” Paulo said sheepishly.
She raised a questioning brow at him _them_ “Would have? What do you mean? Wait, you did read the doc-ument, right?”
“Nope. We lost it.” Paulo answered, looking at everywhere but her face.
“WHAT!?” she practically yelled. “Why will you lose such important doc-ument, huh?”
“It was a mistake.”
“What do we do now?” She asked, raking her fingers throu-ghher black shiny hair.
“Now that’s why we are here.” She stared at them in confusion, wondering what Paulo meant by that. “You read the doc-ument, didn’t you?” He asked.
Naomi hesitate for a very long time before slowly shaking her head ‘no.’ She made sure not to look at Ace.
“You didn’t?” Paulo asked in disbelief.
“I was going to read it but Ace was already on his way out so I quickly packed it up so that I will be able to meet up with him before he leaves.” She explained.
“Then how did you know it will be helpful?” Paulo asked, staring at her suspiciously.
“I guessed.” She responded, glaring at him.
“That’s a very difficult something to guess.” Paulo said, his index finger was on his chin as he thought for a while. “Are you sure you didn’t read throu-ghthe doc-ument? I mean, that’s the only clue we might have in catching this criminal.” she said.
She gulped. “I didn’t read the doc-ument, Paulo.” She said throu-ghgritted teeth.
“Are you sure you didn’t read the doc-ument?” Ace was the one to ask this time around. She didn’t say anything at first but quickly shook her head ‘no.’ “Fine. We start from afresh then, Paul.” He said to his best friend, standing up to his feet and walking out of the house with his bottle of whiskey.
Paulo stared at Naomi for a while before walking out of the house as well but he made sure to tell her just one word he has always wanted to say to her ever since their encounter in the coffee shop.
“I will find the truth.”
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?PAULO?
“what are we going to do now?” He asked Ace.
“We start from afresh.” Ace shrugged, taking a gulp from the bottle. “But, how come did we miss the doc-ument? It was at the Café. My Café…unless…”
Paulo gasped. “Either the employees took it or someone disguised as a customer did.” He nod his head.
“I will have to go and ask them questions.” Ace said, walking over to his car. “Are you coming along?”
“Um, nope. I have something else to take care of.”
“Something more important than this?”
“Something useful for this investigation.” He said.
Ace stared at him for a while but said nothing, he hopped into his car and drove out of the compound. Paulo did the same as well, he pa-ssed a different direction from Ace.
~One Hour Later~
Paulo drove into a hospital compound. He parked his car in the parking lot and got down from the car.
He walked over to the large building, he stood in front of it for a while before walking in.
He greeted the nurse seated in the front desk. “Hello.”
She looks up at him from her laptop, a warm smile was plastered on her face. It was fake. Paulo could detect she wasn’t happy, he didn’t question her about it, it was none of his business.
“Hi.” She greeted him back. “What can I do for you, sir?” She asked.
Paulo smiled. “I’m here to see the doctor.” He blunted out.
“Uh… do you have an appointment with him?” She asked, still smiling.
“Well, not really.” He said.
“Then I’m sorry you can’t see him right now.” She said, shaking her head.
Paulo never wanted to do this but he has no other option. He took out his policeman badge and waved it in front of the nurse. “I want to see your boss.” He said again, his voice held authority this time around.
“Oh. Yeah sure.” She quickly said. She gave him the direction of his office.
Paulo smiled at her before walking away to see the doctor. The same doctor who treated his friend. The doctor that might seem to be the only one to provide him with answers Naomi doesn’t want to give out.
This doctor was his only hope in finding out the truth.
He round a corner, he mistakenly bumped into someone. “Are you okay?” He asked the girl.
“I’m…yeah.” She was crying.
Did someone die?
Or did she received a bad news about a family member being in the hospital?
Paulo thought to himself.
“Are you sure?” He asked again.
“Yes.” She answered. “I’m sorry for bumping into you.” With that, she ran off, not sparing him another glance.
Paulo.stood there for a while, he decided to shrug it off and go on with his journey.
He got to the front of the doctor’s office, he knocked few times before walking in. The man was seated behind his desk.
“Hello, doctor Charles.” He greeted, smiling.
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?NARRATOR?
*Hi. I’m Ballerina.*
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*Run, child. Run.*
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*BALLERINA!*
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*Let’s make a memory, shall we?*
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*DADDY!*
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*ACE!*
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*ARRRRGH!*
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?BALLERINA?
She could hear the beeping of a machine, she could hear the soft music that played from the TV.
Her body were numb. She couldn’t move them or do anything. She was weak.
A tear slowly trailed down from her eyes to her cheek.
Have she suddenly died?
Was she already in heaven?
Her head hurts?
She couldn’t even raise it off the pillow. Wait, pillow?
“My princess?” The voice sounded so much like Heather’s.
Is Heather dead as well? If not, then what was she doing in heaven? Ballerina thought to herself.
She slowly opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a white ceilings, followed by Heather’s crying face.
What’s going on?
How is this possible?
She was blind, right?
But if she truly was then how come could she see now?
What’s going on?
“My princess.” Heather cried out.
“Wha…. what’s going on?” Her voice came out huskily.
“My princess…can you see me now?” She slowly nods her head. “Thank goodness! Let me go call the doctor.” Just when she was about to leave, Ballerina caught a hold of her wrist. “My princess?”
“Wha… what’s going on? How come…can.. I..I… see?” She questioned.
Heather said nothing, lowering her gaze to the ground in sadness.
“Heather… where…where is Aunt Claire?” She asked again, a smile was on her face now. “She will be… very happy to know that I can now see…where is she?” She asked, trying her best to look around.
She can’t believe she could finally see after all this years, she can finally see!
She just can’t to share the good news to her aunt.
Heather made no attempt to leave, she suddenly started crying, surprising Ballerina in the process.
“Heather? What is it? Why are you crying? What’s going on? Where’s my Aunt?”
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#To Be Continued…