?HIS BALLERINA?
THEME: {What the heart sees}
✍️Written By Precious Pinky✍️
? Chapter Thirty ?
~Him~
?BALLERINA?
“Excuse me?” Ballerina called out, trying to wake him up but he was still very much asleep.
Who the fu-ckfalls asleep on a stranger’s body?
Does that even make any sense? No, right?
She tried waking him up again but he wouldn’t budge.
Damn, he was strong.
She tried pulling him off her body but she couldn’t. Her legs were already dropping to the ground due to his heavy weight.
“HELP!” She screamed at the top of her voice but instead of help to come, she was welcomed with the emptiness of the graveyard.
fu-ckit, this was the disadvantage of being in a graveyard _there will be no one there to help out but the dead and clearly, they wouldn’t be able to help_ why? Well, they are dead.
“Please wake up and get off me, you jerk!” Ballerina said, trying to push him off, she couldn’t. She will surely sue this guy when he wakes up that stupid sleep of his that she promise him.
She was already lying on the ground now with his heavy body on him.
She was going to die if no one come to her rescue.
She could see death smiling down at her and as much as she feels guilty for her aunt’s death, she doesn’t want to die. At least not yet. Not until she finds her aunt’s murderer.
She just laid on the ground, staring up at the sky. Was this how she was going to die? Was this how_
Wait, she had come here with somebody… the detective.
“DETECTIVE.” She yelled out, hoping he would hear her. “fu-ck! DETECTIVE!” She called out again, there still wasn’t any reply.
Minutes later she started hearing footsteps coming towards her. She didn’t open her eyes even though the footstep was sounding very close to her.
Suddenly the heavy body was lifted up from hers and she could finally breath again.
She opened her eyes and found Paulo staring down at her, worriedly.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
“What happened to the, ‘i will keep her save’?” She asked him, still lying down on the ground.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t expect to_” He looks at the guy he was holding. His eyes suddenly went wide. “Ace?”
“You know him?” Ballerina asked, getting up to her feet.
“Yes. He’s_”
“Good.” She quickly cuts him off. “Listen, I’m going to sue him.”
“What? why?”
“He tried to murder me.”
“How?”
“Excuse me? Didn’t you see that yourself when you got here? How can a man as heavy as him fall on a lady as tiny as me?”
“It wasn’t intentional and that isn’t murder…he didn’t even threaten your life with any weapon.” Paulo pointed out.
“Does he have to hold a gun against my head before you know I was threatened?” She questioned, glaring at Paulo.
“He didn’t do it on purpose… he’s drunk.”
“Wait, why are you even defending him? You are suppose to be on my side!”
“I have to be on the truth side.”
“You work for me.”
“And him too.”
“What?”
Paulo was going to talk again when they heard a gruffy voice said. “Stop talking, I’m trying to sleep here.” Ace said before falling asleep again.
Paulo was holding him. “He is the guy I told you of. The guy that you remind me of.” He said.
Ballerina kept quiet for a while as if trying to process what Paulo had just said. “What?”
“Yes.” Paulo nodded his head. “Look, Ace wouldn’t have done what he just did if he wasn’t drunk. He’s never like this. I wonder why he drank so much to the extent of becoming drunk.” Paulo said, looking down at Ace’s sleeping face.
“Have he ever met me before?” Ballerina asked after a moment of silence.
Paulo shrugged his shoulders before saying. “I don’t think so. Why?”
She shook her head. “Just asking.” She started walking away. “I need to go back to the palace before Heather starts to get worried.” She helped Paulo opened the backseat, he thanked her for her kind gesture before dropping Ace in the car then slammed the door shut.
Ballerina opened the pa-ssenger’s door and got in while Paulo rounded the car and got into the driver’s seat before driving away from the graveyard.
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Paulo parked in front of the mansion. Ballerina let out a breath, looking back at sleeping Ace.
Why does his voice sound so familiar?
Why did her heart flutter when he stroked her face?
Why did she felt trapped in his beautiful eyes?
Why does it feel like she have seen him before now even when if sounded so crazy?
Why?
She clears her throat and look back at Paulo. “Thanks for the ride.”
“Hmm. Oh, i was going to discuss with you about your aunt’s case.”
“Let’s talk about it tomorrow.” She got out of the car and just when she was going to close the door, she turned to Paulo again. “I won’t sue him again.” She smiled then shut the door close and walked inside the compound.
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?ACE?
He gro-aned, sitting upright in the bed.
His head aches.
His throat were itchy.
His li-ps were dried.
His hair were messy.
He reek of alcohol.
fu-ck, everything about him was so messed up right now.
What the hell was wrong with him?
And where the fu-ckwas he?
He look around and clearly this place doesn’t look like his room neither does it look like the guestroom or the living room.
This was the second time he was waking up from sleep and doesn’t know exactly where he was.
He hated been clueless.
He remember having a fight with that woman he was so unfortunate to call a mother, he remember taking three bottles of tequila and leaving the house, he remember going to a flower shop to get a yellow tuli-p, he remember going to the graveyard… he remember drinking the three bottles of tequila, he also remember watching a girl dance.
The girl look very familiar and then she made it very easy for him by jumping right in front of him.
It was her.
That was all he could remember.
What had happened?
And did he really saw her for real ir it was just a dream or his imagination?
He won’t deny not imagining her dance for him because honestly he had missed her dance.
Her beautiful smile,
Her hair that flowed to the rhythm of the wind,
Her beautiful dance moves,
Her eyes,
Her voice,
Everything.
Why was he even trying to stay away from her?
Why does he always seem to be a coward whenever she was around?
He heard the door to the room open and a woman walked in with a tray on her hand and a warm smile in her face.
“Ace.” She smiled. “Good morning.”
Ace raised a questioning brow at her then looked around the room again. “What am I doing here?” He asked.
“Paulo brou-ght you here. Are you alright?” She asked, handing him the mug of hit coffee.
“Hmm.” He hummed, collecting the mug. He sipped from it, letting out a de-ep breath. “How are you, Stephanie?”
She shrugged. “Fine. What happened to you, Ace? Paulo said you were so_”
“Wait, Paulo brou-ght me here!?” Ace asked in disbelief as if he was just processing the word.
She nodded. “Yeah.”
“Where is he?”
“Preparing for work. Why_” Ace have already stormed out of the room before Stephanie could even finish her sentence.
He bragged into Paulo’s room without knocking. Paulo was just wearing his trouser when Ace walked in on me, startling him in the process.
“Shit. Man, what are you doing here?” Paulo hissed. “And can’t you knock?”
“Where did you see me?” Ace asked, ignoring Paulo’s question.
“What?” He aksed in confusion.
“I remember going to dad’s grave so how come did you bring here? Did you come there as well?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Did you see me with anyone?” Ace asked, hoping that the answer would be ‘no’
“Do you remember being with anyone before pa-ssing out?” Paulo asked instead.
“I…No…yes… maybe…” He threw his hands up in the air. “I don’t know, okay? Just answer the damn question.”
Paulo shrugged, buckling his belt. “I have a meeting to catch, man. If you don’t want to be so clueless then stop drinking and eat more.” He patted Ace on his shoulder before walking out of the room.
Ace stood there for what seem like an hour before walking out of the room and leaving the house as well in annoyance.
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“You are back.” Naomi said as Ace walked into the house.
He didn’t answer her but walked towards the bar, he brou-ght out a bottle of whiskey, posted himself a shot and downed the whole content then dropped the empty glas-son the table and went up to his room ignoring his mother completely.
He fell flat on his bed and stared up at the white ceilings.
Her smiling face kept replaying in his mind.
Did he really see her or was it a dream?
And why wasn’t Paulo telling him anything?
What the fu-ckis going on?
The ringtone of his phone brou-ght him back to earth. He sighed taking out his phone, he stared at the caller ID; it was his secretary, Hannah.
He answered the call. “What?”
“Good day sir.” She said from the other line.
“What do you want?” He asked rudely, ignoring her greetings.
“Mr Derick is here to see you sir. Should I tell him to return when you are in office?” She questioned.
Ace thought for a while, would it be worth it, if he goes to him? Honestly, he needed to meet in person. He wanted answers to his questions.
Answers to his mystery.
“I will be right there.”
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?BALLERINA?
“Are you alright, my princess? You don’t look fine since you got back from the graveyard. Is everything okay?” Heather asked worriedly.
Ballerina sighed, running her fingers throu-ghher hair. “I’m_” She still can’t forget.
His face.
His eyes.
Everything.
Why does he look so familiar?
What’s going on with her?
“Can I ask you something?”
“Of course my princess, what is it?” She asked her.
Ballerina clears her throat then readjusted herself on the bed where she’s seated. “I…There is this friend of mine,” She began.
“Friend?”
“Yes. She was blind and then after a surgery, she regained her sight. One day, she met this guy while she was dancing and it felt like she have seen him before. Is that possible?”
“Like she have seen him before when she was blind?” Heather asked.
“Yes. It doesn’t make sense, right?”
Heather shrugged. “It’s possible.”
“It is?” Ballerina asked, surprised.
“Yes. It could be love at first sight.”
“I don’t get.”
“Maybe she have actually crossed path with this guy when she was blind… and had fallen in love with him.”
“No. I didn’t _ I mean, she didn’t fall in love with him. She don’t even know this guy.” Ballerina stated.
“But her heart does.” Heather smiled. “Sometimes, the eyes isn’t needed for one to fall in love. It’s more like…” She thought for a while. “….what the heart sees.”
“What the heart sees?” Ballerina repeated to herself.
“So tell me, who is ‘this guy’” Heather asked, air quoting the this guy.
Ballerina started blus-hing but she quickly used her hair to cover up the blus-h. “What guy?”
“Wait, is it the same guy you were asking me of?”
“What?”
“The guy you said was one of the reasons why you wanted to see again. The guy you asked if_”
“I was talking about my friend, Heather not me.”
“Mmm-hmm. You and I both know you don’t have any friend at all.” Heather winked, smiling.
“I’m going out.” She stood up to her feet.
“Okay. I’m coming with you.”
“No, you are not.”
“But my princess_”
“I will be fine, Heather. Trust me. Besides you can’t keep following me around, you know that, right?”
“I’m obliged to do so, my princess.” Heather said.
“Stop worrying about me, Heather. And besides I’m going to see detective Paulo so you see, I’m fine.” She smiled at her.
“Okay, my princess. Make sure to give me a call if you need anything.”
“Hmm.” She picked up her black shoulder and turned to leave the room when Heather called her back.
“My princess.”
“Yes?”
Heather smiled. “I like it this way.” Ballerina raised a questioning brow at her in confusion. “I like how different and happy you are right now. I hope it remains this way while you search for your aunt’s murderer.”
Ballerina just smiled then walked out of the room with only one thought in mind; ‘I hope so too.’
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#To Be Continued….