?HIS BALLERINA?
THEME: {What the heart sees}
✍️Written By Precious Pinky✍️
? Chapter Twenty-Four ?
~Look dee-per and maybe, just maybe you will see the dot connection~
?ACE?
He gro-aned as his eyes flutters open. His head no longer hurt but he still felt weak. He look around his surroundings, trying to recognize the place but he couldn’t.
He slowly sat up and look around the little, cosy room.
Where the hell was he?
Where was this place?
He can’t remember coming here. The last place he remembered was standing in front of the waters.
He remember been in pain as well before he fell unconscious.
Ace slowly got out of the bed and made quiet step towards the wooden door, he opened the door and walked out of the room, appearing in the center of a long hallway _more like a corridor_
He walked towards the wooden stair and started descending down from it. It creaking sound it was making scares the bloody shit out of him.
He finally got down from the stairs and take in the living area, the whole furniture was looking very old and out of date which meant only one thing… whoever owns this house were either old couples or it was an abandoned place.
He could hear voices coming out from the corner of the house. She scrunched up his face wondering who it was that was talking.
Wasn’t he alone?
Who brou-ght him here?
What’s going on?
He tiptoed over to the distance where he could hear the voices from. It was voices belonging to two different people. An elderly man, A girl and an elderly woman.
He slowly opened the wooden door which made another creaking noise, announcing his arrival to the people inside the room _kitchen_
Their gazes were fixed at him, Ace didn’t make any move, he just stood there like a lost puppy glancing between the three people staring at him.
His instinct were right _they was an old man, an old wan and a young girl of probably sixteen years of age.
Wait…the man. Ace raised a questioning brow at the man as he tried processing where exactly he had seen the face from.
“Come on, son.” The old woman said, waving her hand for him to come.
He didn’t. He should stood still, his gaze were still on the man.
“Come over son.” It was the man who talked now. Ace slowly made his way towards them, the young girl pulled out a chair for him to seat, he sunk into the chair. “How are you feeling now?” He asked after Ace was already settled down in the chair.
“Great?”
“Well, thanks to my concoction.” The old woman said proudly. “Are you hungry?” She asked.
“Where am I? And who are you guys?” Ace questioned instead of providing her with her answers.
“You are in my house. My husband said he found you lying unconscious in the beach.” The woman explained.
Now he see why the Man’s face look so familiar.
“Anyway,i’m Sally by name and this is my husband, Jackson and our granddaughter, Andrea. What is your name, son?”
“Ace.” He answered coldly.
“Here,” She handed him a bowl of soup. “Drink this.”
Ace scrunched up his face staring down at the soup in front of him. “What the fu-ck is_ow!” He whined in pain, rubbing the back of his head. “What was that for?”
“You don’t swear in my house, young man. Especially not in front of a kid.” She gestured at Andrea.
Andrea rolled her eyes, taking a bite of her sandwich. “She is always like that.” She said to Ace who was still staring at Sally in surprise.
“Was the hit painful?” Jackson asked, smiling.
Ace scowled at him. “Well she’s your wife so you should know that already.” He said rudely.
“Now drink that soup.” She ordered. He was going to refuse when he saw the look in her eyes. Damn, she was harsh. He quickly collect the soup and drank all of it.
“Yuck!” His face were in total disgust. “What the hell did you mix in this thing?”
“I told you young man, no cuss words in my house.” She said, pointing her index finger at him, warningly.
“Whatever.” He turned to look at Andrea who was eating while pressing her phone. “Where is your mom?”
“Busy.” She answered not looking at him.
“Does she stay with you guys as well?”
“We are her second option. Her job is her first priority and me…she doesn’t like me for one bit and that’s because I stole her youthfulness.” The girl shrugged.
“Andrea!” Sally warned.
“What? I’m just telling him the truth.” She stood up to her feet and left the kitchen without another word.
Ace could relate. His mother doesn’t like him either. And the only person who love and treated him well is dead.
He got up to his feet. “I have to go.”
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?PAULO?
“Thanks for your time.” He said to Jennifer, stepping out of the house.
“Thank you too.” She said, faking a smile. “Good luck with your investigations.” She shut the door close before he could even respond to her.
Paulo stood in front of the closed door with a smirk plastered on his face.
“Hello.” He heard a woman said. Paulo turned to look at the woman. “Are you a detective?” She asked.
“Yes. Why?” He questioned.
“I think it’s about late Mr Samson’s death?” She asked.
Why was she asking? Why does she even care? She was just a neighbor so why all this questions?
She let out a depressed sigh, shaking her head as if in disappointment.
“It was just so bad. I mean, seeing a dead body after returning from church? Tsk, it’s very sad. He was a good man, a very good man. Although I see no reason why his only daughter seem to hate him.”
“Wait,” That seem to have caught his attention. “His daughter hated him?”
“Yes. They were always fighting and arguing over every single thing! Until death took place. I can never forget that day… exactly 1:10…”
“Wait.” He cuts her off. “1:10?” He questioned.
She nodded her head. “Yes. He fell right from that window exactly 1:10. You don’t know that?”
He quickly pulled out the deceased phone and scrolled throu-ghthe suicide text he had written before jumping off the window.
The time there was 1:15. He died by 1:10… so how come was the suicide text saved by 1:15?
Someone else wrote the note and not him. It wasn’t a suicide case but rather a murder. He was murdered.
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Jennifer opened the door when she heard the knock. Her eyes went wide as she saw Paulo standing in front of her.
“What are you doing here? Did you forget something?” She asked.
He shook his head. “I’m here to have a word with you, Miss Jenny.”
“I…I don’t understand. Talk to me about what?” She stuttered.
“Won’t you let me in first?” He raised a questioning brow at her.
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?HIS BALLERINA?
THEME: {What the heart sees}
✍️Written By Precious Pinky✍️
? Chapter Twenty-Five ?
~The Missing Piece~
?PAULO?
“You seem nervous, Miss Jennifer.” He smiled, sitting down on the couch.
“I… what do you mean?” She stuttered, while fiddling with her fingers and gulping, looking around as if in search of someone.
“You can seat, Miss Jennifer and also, I’m here in peace.” He said.
“Why… did you come back?” She asked not bothering to sit down just as he had asked her to.
He shrugged, leaning back into the couch. “I’m here to ask you some questions.” He said, going straight to the point.
She scrunched up her face. “What que…que… question.” She gulped again.
“Do you have fever? Because it seems like you are burning up.” He reasoned out, watching her closely.
She started biting on her nails, hopping from one foot to another. “I…I… I don’t understand.”
“I don’t bite, Miss Jennifer. I’m just here to ask you some questions unless…you don’t want to.”
“I don’t want to!” She yelled.
He chuckles. “Why? Are you hiding something?” He raised a single brow at her.
“I…” She gulped again. “I don’t know what you are talking about. Wait, are you suspecting me for my father’s death?”
He shrugged. “You seem quite suspicious, dear.”
“How can you even think that? I am the daughter of he deceased so why will you suspect me instead of finding the murderer?” She asked.
Paulo stood up to his feet. “I’m likewise confuse as well. I mean, why did your mom come to me and ask me to find ‘the murderer’ when there is a possible chance that the murderer is in here.” He fold his arms across his chest.
“What?”
“Where were you when your father died?” He asked, going into the Interrogation mode.
“I…in my room.” She responded, her gaze moved to the door.
“Are you expecting someone?” He questioned.
“No.” She answered almost immediately.
“Who called the police? You or your mother?” He asked again.
She scratched the nape of her neck. “My… My mother.”
“Did your mom and dad have any misunderstanding?”
“No.” She replied.
“How about you and your dad?”
She didn’t say anything for a while but after a while she finally opened her mouth to talk. “No.”
^Lie.^ Paulo observed.
“Who was the last person to hold your Fathers phone after his death?”
“The police.” She said, facing the ground.
^Smart.^ Paulo smirked.
The girl is quite smarter than he he expected. It was as if she had worked the answers all out.
“At what time did your dad die?” He asked again.
She thought for a while. “1…1:20? No, um,…1:25…?”
^obviously trying to remember the exact time they had called the police or…the time she wrote the note.^
“you seem quite confuse, Miss Jennifer.” He smiled.
“I’m not!” She denied, looking towards the door once again.
^She is waiting for someone.^ Paulo thought to himself, staring at the door as well. ^Who is she waiting for?^
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?UNKNOWN?
“Now that Claire is gone, what do you intend to do?”
“Of course I have to do what I’ve always wanted to do.” The feminine said with a smirk plastered on her face.
“But… there’s a problem.” Another feminine voice said.
“What is?”
“She can see now.”
“What?”
“Claire actually over smarted us even after death. Ballerina can see now and there’s no way we can do what we’ve always planned to do.”
“THAT bi-tch !” She screamed, hitting her hand on the table in anger. “How dare that bi-tch !”
“But I think I know a way we can get everything under control.”
“What do you mean?”
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?PAULO?
“Are you_” Paulo was cut off with the open and close of the door. Jennifer’s face lit up immediately and she ran towards her mother, pulling her into a hug.
“Mother.”
“Hey baby. Are you okay?” Her mother asked, pulling away from the hug.
“Yes mom. I’m alright.”
^She have been waiting for her mother. But why? Was it to help her out or to cover up for her?^
“Oh, Detective Paulo, you are here.” She smiled.
“I’m just doing my job.” He returned the smile with a smile of his own. “Didn’t expect you to be back this early, though.”
“Yeah. Have you checked everything you will need for the investigation?” She asked.
“Well, not really.”
“He has been asking me questions about father’s death. I think the detective suspects me of father’s death.” Jennifer said holding onto her mother’s arm.
“What? And why will you even think that, detective?” She asked, seeming offended.
“It was just a mere Interrogation and I meant no harm.” Paulo stated.
“That doesn’t mean you should come here to interrogate my daughter! Don’t you know how traumatized she is after losing her father?” She questioned. “He had depression and_”
“Dad had depression!?” Jennifer asked in surprise.
^She doesn’t know about her father’s depression but whoever wrote that note seem have known about his depression.^ Paulo thought to himself. His gaze always darted to the wife.
*He suffered from depression.*
^She knew about his depression. Does that mean, She knows who killed her husband? And is she only keeping the person save because the murderer is someone close to her… probably her daughter?^ Paulo analysed.
“Yes sweetie. But it’s all in the past now.” She said with a sigh.
“You and dad should have at least told me.”
“And what would you have done?” Jennifer said nothing. “you see, just shut up.” She turned to Paulo. “Aren’t you done with the investigation?”
“Was it a mistake?” He questioned.
“Excuse me?”
“Did Jennifer pushed her father off the window by mistake while you as a mother decided to hid the truth.”
“What did you just say? Did you just accuse my daughter of killing her father?” She questioned, glaring at Paulo.
“The scratch in her arm was from her father, wasn’t it?” He directed his gaze to her.
“I.. I don’t know you are talking about.” Jennifer stutters, gulping ha-rd again.
“Don’t deny it, Miss Jennifer. Just say the truth.”
“What truth are you _”
“Stop investigating.” Jennifer’s mother suddenly said.
“What?”
“You heard me. I don’t want to investigate about my husband’s death anymore. I’ve decided to drop everything.”
“You didn’t call the police because you wanted to catch the murderer, you called the police because you don’t want the neighbors to start talking.” He walked closer to both mother and daughter. “You know exactly who killed your husband.” His gaze slowly moved to her. Jennifer.
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#To Be Continued…