????HIS BALLERINA????
THEME: {What the heart sees}
✍️ Written By Precious Pinky✍️
???? Chapter Forty-Three ????
~The girlfriend~
????DOCTOR CHARLES????
“We can’t keep doing this, Naomi. We are hurting this kid. If he wants to know the truth then why can’t we just tell him the truth? What exactly are we hiding here?”
Naomi sighed. “We are not hiding anything, Charles. I am just protecting my son!”
“From what? What exactly are you protecting your son from?” He asked her.
“From anything that will harm him. From those murderers.” She said, looking away.
Charles gro-aned loudly, pulling his hair in annoyance and frustration.
Why was she doing this?
What exactly was she afraid of?
Who was she protecting her son from?
What’s going on here!?
Why does it seem like things are getting out of hand?
Why does it feel like there is something more to all of these?
Why did Claire tell him those things?
What is the connection between Ace and Ballerina?
He was confuse.
And yet, it seem like he was the middleman in all of this shit.
Ballerina have come up to him to ask him questions but Ace haven’t, why?
Which dot does he need to connect?
He stared down at the table, looking at the card lying on it with the name; Detective Paulo and a number was attached at the bottom of the name.
Should he give him a call?
“Do you know the murderers, Naomi?” He asked her.
She didn’t say anything but gulped hard.
“Naomi, do you know these murderers? And if you do, why are you protecting them?”
“I am not!” She snapped.
Charles stayed quiet for a while. “You do know them.” He said in finality, nodding his head.
“I don’t know what you are talking about, Charles. Ace is my everything and i will do anything I can to protect him from her.” She said.
“From her? The murderer is a girl?”
“A woman.” She gasped, hitting her head in annoyance. “I shouldn’t have told you that. Forget I said that.”
“Why didn’t you tell anyone, Naomi. If you know the murderer, why aren’t you saying anything to the police? Why are you not justifying your husband’s death and your son’s state of sanity?”
She shook her head, sniffing. “This is for the best.”
“How so?”
“No one will believe me, Charles. No one will understand. Something are better off not to be known, doctor. I won’t let anything happen to Ace.”
“What do you want him to do, Naomi?”
“What are you talking about?”
“What do you want Ace to do? Who should he be running away from? You? or this unknown?”
“Me?” She repeated in confusion.
“Right now, you are acting like his enemy. That’s why he hates so much.” They heard a light knock on the door, the door was pushed open to reveal a young girl, smiling at them. “What are you doing here? Did the princess send you over?”
“Yes doctor. Um, it’s private.” She look at Naomi, smiling. “Hope you don’t mind, ma’am?”
“Uh…” Naomi clears her throat, wiping off the tears. “Of course not. I should get going.” She turned around and was going to walk when Charles spoke up.
“If you don’t speak up now, you will never be able to. And I’m sorry.” He stared at the maid, who was still standing outside the door. “Please come in.”
“Thank you.” She walked past Naomi but stopped few step away from the woman. She gave Naomi a side glance. “I love your face.” She smirked then walked towards waiting Charles.
Naomi stared at the girl for a while before walking away, looking very worried and confuse.
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????PAULO????
“Eva?” He repeated slowly.
Lucky nodded his head. “Yeah. Although, she works for the princess also but her name is not Heather. Never.” Disgust were evident in his voice as he mentioned Heather’s name.
Paulo stared at him for a while, trying his best to process everything. “Wait, but… can I see your girlfriend’s picture?”
“Wait, what’s going on? What did Eva do?” Lucky asked, worriedly.
“I don’t know if I’m to say she didn’t do anything but her necklace… it might complicate everything.”
Lucky brou-ght out his phone and scroll throu-ghit, after a while, he handed his phone over to Paulo.
Paulo collected it and stared down at the image. It wasn’t Heather.
It was someone different.
Totally different.
But he recognize her as one of the maid of Ballerina.
She had even come to him that night after that incident of the death of one of the guard.
She had sounded like she knew something but he never thought too much about it or her.
~FLASHBACK~
“Here,” He heard a voice from behind. He turned around to find one of the maid handing him a can of beer. “You seem tired.”
“Yeah. I’m very tired but, beer isn’t the right thing to bring to someone tired.”
“Then what is?”
“Water.”
She laughed softly, flic-king her hair to the back of her ear. “Stupid me.”
“But thanks anyway.” He collects the beer from her.
“Good work.” She complimented, smiling.
“Good work?” He repeated, confused.
“With everything.” She smiled. “Although it’s your duty but I really admire it. I really admire you.”
“Uh… thank you.” He stated.
“We were all asleep when we heard the gunshot.” He didn’t ask her anything so he didn’t know whether to listen to her or not. “I wasn’t asleep actually.”
“You weren’t asleep?” She nodded her head. “Then where were you?”
“In the maid’s chamber, on the bed, reading a book.” She smiled. After a moment, her expression turned serious and she said. “Listen, I’m not suppose to say anything but I need to tell you this, the princess might be the next target if nothing is done.”
He didn’t say anything, he just stared at her, wondering what she might have meant.
“I should leave you to work.” She turned to leave but Paulo stopped her.
“What’s your name?”
She shrugged, partly turning to him. “Eva.”
~END OF FLASHBACK~
Why didn’t he question her?
Why was he so ignorant and stupid?
She might know something or maybe… did something.
And,
Why was her necklace found in the princess aunt’s room?
Wait, could Heather be innocent?
Was Eva the murderer?
But then again, why was Heather wearing the silver necklace in that photo?
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He clambered into the car and turned on the ignition, driving out of the parking lot and into the busy road.
“What happened?” Ballerina asked.
He let out a de-ep sigh, tossing the two necklaces over to her. “For the first time in my life, I’m confuse.” He admitted, bringing the car to a stop by the roadside.
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about those necklaces.” He pointed at them.
“What happened? What did he say? Did he get her the gold or the silver?”
“He got her the silver.” He replied.
“What? That means Heather_”
“It isn’t Heather.” He cuts her off.
“What?”
“The girlfriend of Lucky Halls is not Heather.”
“What are you saying? Heather told me about him.”
“When did you see him?”
“Um, Five years ago, I guess. I wasn’t blind then.”
“Wait, you’ve seen him!” Paulo said, snapping his fingers as if remembering something.
“Yeah. I told you that, myself. But how_”
“You should recognise him if you’ve seen him once, right?”
“Yeah.” She said with a nod of the head.
Paulo turned on the engine and make a U-turn and started driving back to Lucky Halls house.
“Why are we going back?” Ballerina asked.
“We need to confirm something, princess.” That was his reply.
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????EVA????
“What are you doing there, Eva?” A maid named Maria said, walking towards Eva.
Eva stood up to her feet, dropping her phone in her pocket. “Chilling. Why are you here?” She asked.
“Nothing. Have you prepare dinner for the princess?”
“Should I be the one to do that?”
“Excuse me?”
“Why should I be the one to cook? Why can’t Heather do that?”
“Are you listening to yourself speak? Heather is the princess personal maid and not just any maid like the rest of us.”
“Like the rest of us?” She took some step towards Maria and tucked a strand of hair from the girl’s face to the back of her ear. “Maria, Maria, Maria… you name reminds me so much of a nun.”
“What?”
“Calm down, there shouldn’t be hate.” She smirked. “Why should Heather be the princess personal maid and not me? And what do you mean by, ‘she’s not like the rest of us?’ Huh?” She tilted her head to the side. “Just so you know, I am not like the rest of you. Mind your fu-cking business and stop poking your nose in my affair or you might regret it.” She took a step away from Maria. “I will be the princess personal maid but that’s after I’ve done what is right. Who knows I might be something more than being just her maid.” She started laughing. “And oh, ask someone else to prepare dinner and stop bugging me.” With that said, she walked away.
Her phone started ringing, disrupting her peaceful moment. She took out her phone and answered the call, bringing her phone to her ear.
“Babe.”
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????BALLERINA????
“What is this? I’m very confuse right now. How is this even possible? How…?”
“He isn’t Heather’s boyfriend, right?”
She slowly shook her head, her gaze never left the handsome face standing in front of his house while speaking to someone on the phone.
“Then how come do you know Heather’s boyfriend as Lucky Halls?” Paulo asked staring at Ballerina.
She shook her head. “I… I don’t know. I’m very confuse right now.” She stated. “Does this mean that the suspect is Eva and not Heather?”
“Eva is the owner of the necklace not Heather but there is a confusing question here, why was Heather wearing the necklace in that photo and who owns the gold one? And why do you know her boyfriend as Lucky Halls?” He sighed running his fingers throu-ghhis hair, the next thing that came out of his mouth made Ballerina’s mouth drop open. “I’m hungry.”
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????ACE????
Ace plopped down on the swirling chair and brou-ght out his phone from the pocket.
While taking out his phone, he took out an envelope as well.
He stared down at the envelope, confused how the envelope got into his pocket.
He was going to keep it away when his memory reset and he remembered his mother giving it to him, and told him that their gate keeper, Richa-rd had brou-ght it to her.
He slowly torn off the envelope and took out the note inside it. He opened it and read it within himself.
The note states; Knock knock, prince charming.
“What the…?”
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#To Be Continued…