????HIS BALLERINA????
THEME: {What the heart sees}
✍️Written By Precious Pinky✍️
???? Chapter Thirty-Six ????
~Run, Detective, Run!~
????BALLERINA????
“I never expected your call.” Paulo said, sitting down opposite from her.
Ballerina shrugged. “I know.”
“What do you want to see me for, Princess?”
“I told you not to call me that.” She said throu-ghgritted teeth, glaring straight at him.
Paulo threw his hands up in the air as if in surrender. “Sorry. But really, why did you call?”
“You are working on my case, remember? So I have every right to call you whenever I want to and besides, we agreed that you will always tell me everything concerning the investigation.”
“Yeah. But the last thing I can remember, is you defending your maid and doubting my instinct.” He said.
She let out a de-ep, lowering her gaze to the table. “That was a very stupid thing to do… i know. But,” She looked back up at him. “You of all people should understand.. I mean, how can a girl I practically grew up with be the source of my aunt’s death? That’s very ha-rd to believe and you know it.”
“You think so? Let me tell you a story..”
Ballerina quickly shook her head in disapproval. “Don’t.”
“Just listen. There is a man who fell off a building and died. Most people thought it was a suicide case but the moment i set eyes on his body at the morgue, I knew immediately that it wasn’t a suicide case but murder.” He paused to see whether he got her attention, and indeed, he got her attention. Her focus were directly on him. “But I gat no evidence to back up my thought so I did what any smart person will do… I search for the missing puzzle. To cut the long story short, it turned out to be that the murderer was his own daughter.”
“What?”
“Crazy, right? If a daughter can kill her father, give me one reason why a maid can’t kill her master?”
“But that doesn’t make any sense… how can a daughter do such to her own father? That’s inhuman.”
“I know right!” He smiled. “Do you know ones greatest enemy?”
“Oneself?”
He chuckles with a nod of the head. “Yeah, oneself but that wasn’t the reply I needed.”
“So what is it?”
“A friend, a family… let’s just say, a trusted someone.”
“You might be right.” She opened her bag and brou-ght out Heather’s necklace, handing it over to Paulo. “I think you might be right.”
“What is this?” Paulo stared down at the necklace.
“Heather’s necklace.” Ballerina responded.
“What about it?” He asked again, still confuse.
“I found that in the crime scene.” She sighed. “I think Heather knows what happened that night.”
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“Here, I brou-ght these for you.” She dropped the yellow flower in front of Claire’s tombstone and sat down on the gra-ss, staring at the scribbled writing.
It’s funny. Funny how her parents left her when she was just Eight years old. Funny how her aunt came into her life and gave her the unconditional love she’d always crave of. Funny how she lost her eyes and thought she lost everything. Funny how ballet made her find her real self. Funny how Ace came into her life and made her wish to see again. Funny how her aunt died and left her as well. Funny how she can see again but can’t seem to find her aunt anywhere. Funny how her life seem to be like a stupid movie!
Ballerina let out a sigh, lying down and staring up at the blue sky.
Tears streamed down her face. She want to be strong. She want to forget about everything and just live her life but it was impossible for her to move on from this life. From this fate.
“What do you think mom, dad and aunt Claire? Do you think Heather is not to be trusted?” It was stupid of her to ask those questions, especially to the dead because there is no way they were going to answer her. “I’m so confuse. I trust Heather but what if trusting Heather will only make matter worse for me? What if Heather knows something about that night when Aunt Claire died? What if Heather is the murderer?” She let out a frustrated sigh, sitting upright. “What if_”
“Can you stop that already.” A de-ep voice said from the other side of the graveyard, interrupting Ballerina.
She snapped her head towards the person’s direction. “Shut up.”
“I think I should be the one telling you that.”
“What are you even doing here, Ace?” She asked.
He shrugged. “I’m just here to see my father, I guess. What are you doing here?”
She shrugged also. “I’m here to see my aunt, I guess.” She said, mimicking Ace.
“Not funny.”
“I just want you to smile, you know.” She smiled.
“Wipe your tears if you want to smile, because crying and smiling at the same time kinda sound horrifying, you know.”
“I didn’t.” She wipe off her tears, sighing. “Paulo told me.” She said after a moment of silence.
“Paulo?”
“Yes. The detective.”
“Oh. I didn’t know you knew him.”
“You know but can’t just remember because you were pretty wasted that day.”
“You shouldn’t have seen me like that.”
“But I still did.” She laugh. She look down at his foot and frown at what she saw. “You are drinking.”
“Can’t help it.” He said, picking up the alcoholic drink and chug-ged down some of the liquid. “Want some?”
“No, thank you.” She politely rejected, scrunching up her face. “You know drinking like this won’t help you.”
“It always does.”
“That’s what you are gonna think until you start experiencing the consequences of taking alcoholic drink.”
“And what are this ‘consequences’” He said, air quoting the word.
“Death.”
He scoffed. “Then I think it’s worth it.”
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He was broken. He was in so much pain. Like her. She could see them in his eyes. He wasn’t enjoying this life. Maybe the death of his father affected him so much that it changed him to something else. Something different.
She might not know him well enough but she do know that he was a good guy and wouldn’t choose to live this kind of life if he was to decide.
Ace came to a halt in front of her building. She took off the seatbelt and turned to look at him.
“Thank you.” She said calmly.
“Hmm. This is the least I can do to appreciate your effort in showing me those beautiful moves.”
“Those moves aren’t my best.”
“They were great.”
“Thank you.” She opened the car and got down from it. She took few steps but stopped and turned back to look at him. “Do you have any plans for tomorrow?”
“What?”
“I want us to go out tomorrow. I want to show you something. So… what do you say?”
Ace hesitate a pretty long time before saying. “Alright then.”
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????PAULO????
“Have you find anything about her?”
“You mean Heather?” Kat asked.
“Yes.”
She shook her head. “Not anything suspicious. Do you think this girl is really the suspect?”
“I guess?”
“What if she isn’t. I mean, finding her necklace on the crime scene doesn’t justify anything. What if it’s even a trap?”
“Oh. You might be right but_” He got interrupted with the beep of his phone. He took out his phone from his pocket and read the text that was just sent to him. “what the hell?”
“What’s wrong?” Kat asked in concern. “what did the text say?”
“Run, detective, Run!”
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#To Be Continued…