????HIS BALLERINA????
THEME: {What the heart sees}
✍️Written By Precious Pinky✍️
???? Chapter Fifty-One ????
~A mistake can’t be changed but can only be corrected~
????BALLERINA????
She danced and danced…enjoying the rhythm of the waves…loving the cool breeze…it was her space…her escape from the world.
The brutal world…
Ballerina stopped dancing, she was breathless. She stared ahead of the waters, tears streaming down to her face.
She was clueless.
She was confuse.
Everything were getting really complicated, confusing and scary.
She miss her parents…her aunt…her family…and there is a probability that they all died because of her.
If only she didn’t witness that incident… if only she was the one who died that day and not her parents…if only…
But what can she do?
She can’t even remember the enemy’s face.
She don’t know who to trust or what to trust.
She is just…confuse. And being this way scares the shit out of her.
She walked closer to the waters, going dee-per into it. She stopped after a long walk into the water and stared up at the sky.
“You said if I want to communicate with you I should dance to the waves… I’ve been doing that all my life…but still, give gotten no reply from you, mother.” She said, sniffing. “I don’t know what to do. I want to remember that night so I can help Ace figure out this murderer but… but I’m scared.” She admitted. “I can’t even look out for the people anymore. I’m afraid of becoming queen because it feels like I’m not worth it. I want to run, mother. I want to run far away from here but it feels like each step I take will only lead me back here.” She paused, gulping. “Aunt took me to that amusement to abandon me…she hated me when I was a kid…she was jealous of you…I don’t know if I should still believe the love she showed me when she was still alive. I don’t know if she truly wanted the best for me. I don’t know if she truly…changed like she claimed. I don’t know anything…and it scares me.” She sniffed again, wiping the tears that had sli-pped off her eyes. “I want to help detective Paulo and Ace…I want to capture this fu-cking psychopath and make them pay but how do I do that? I can’t remember anything. I’m like a sea with no fishes… Uncle Marco was right… a princess can’t be crowned without her crown.” She looks down at the water, letting out a de-ep breath. “I’m that princess without a crown, mother.” She said in a whisper, letting go of herself and drowning into the water.
She shut her eyes close going dee-per into the bottom of the sea.
This was like a déjà vu. She remember drowning herself in an ocean, just like this.
She remembered being taken care of by her aunt.
She have always wanted to kill herself.
She have always wanted to die and leave this scary world.
Maybe now was the perfect time to fulfil that desire…
right?
*I hope you can just smile for me.* She remember saying that word to Ace.
He hasn’t fulfilled that wish. So, was she really ready to die?
Does she intend to kill herself even without figuring out her parents/aunt’s killer or even Ace father’s killer? Does she want to die without seeing him smile?
Ballerina snapped her eyes open, swimming back up to the surface of the water.
She exhaled de-eply, coming out of the water and started coughing.
She can’t believe she just did that again _attempting to commit suicide_ Her family will be so ashamed of her even Ace will be.
She breaths out, lying down on the sandy ground and staring up at the sky.
“Am stupid, right?” She asked. “Aunt… i know I should still be mad at you right now…but I need your help… what do you mean about going to the heart of the palace? I’m very confuse…please… help me out. Please…”
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????NARRATOR????
“What did you get?” Liam asked, as soon as Kat hopped into the car.
“Nothing.” She answered.
He furrowed his brows, confused. “What do you mean by nothing?”
“Listen, I’m pretty confuse here. If Heather isn’t the owner to the necklace then how come was she wearing it in the picture?”
“How am I suppose to know that? Maybe it’s Eva that killed Claire and not Heather. Maybe she tried to make Heather the suspect.” Liam suggested.
“But right after that incident…Heather got another necklace…she had requested for a silver but they got only the gold one so she had no choice but to get it. Why do you think she did that?”
“Maybe she wanted to have that same necklace. Maybe she liked it and wanted one of her own.” He shrugged.
“We need to speak to Lucky.”
“What?”
She sighed. “There is something he must know if Eva is really the killer.”
“Why does it feel like you don’t think Eva was the one who killed Claire and the guard?” Liam asked, turning on the ignition.
“I think someone is framing her for it, Liam.” She replied after hesitating.
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????PAULO????
“Why are you just telling me about this place, Ace?” Paulo asked, feigning hurt.
Ace rolled his eyes, coming out of the car alongside Paulo. “I didn’t know about this place either. Juliana told me.”
“Wow. When did you and Juliana become this close?” Paulo teased, walking down the pathway to the doorstep of the house.
“Just shut up, man. Now is not the time to have fun or say shit, okay?”
“Can you be any less serious?”
“No. Until I find this fu-cking murderer and get a-ssured that…” His voice trailed off.
“And get a-ssured that she’s save.” Paulo said, completing Ace’s sentence.
“What?”
“Belle. You are worried about her.” He said.
Ace shook his head in denial. “I’m not. And stop talking about stuff like that and let’s get back to the real deal here.” He said just as they arrived at the doorstep. “Do you think she’s still alive?
“There’s only one way to find out, man.” Paulo responded, urging Ace to knock.
#Past.
????NARRATOR????
“Where are the kids, Ann?”
“I guess they are in their rooms, ma’am.” Ann answered.
“Have you called them out for dinner?”
“Not yet ma’am.”
“Why not? They should be the first person to be at the table before me and their father, is that clear?”
“Yes ma. I’m sorry for my carelessness.”
“You should be. Now go and call them.”
“Yes ma.” She bowed her head before rushing out to call the kids.
The husband turned to his wife, giving her a look she knows very well what it means. She rolled her eyes. “Stop giving me that look.”
“That woman is old enough to be your mother, you can’t keep talking to her that way.” He said.
“Well, I’m paying her or am I not?”
“That doesn’t still give you the right. Just admit to your mistakes.”
“Whatever.”
Minutes later Ann returned with the kids and ushered them to sit down.
One of the kid sat down beside their mother while the other day down beside their father.
“Serve the food.” The woman ordered Ann.
Ann dished out the food for the family then walked out afterwards.
“Thanks Ann!” One of the kid yelled at the top of her voice, smiling. She was the one sitting down beside the father.
“Why didn’t you thank Ann just like your sister did?” The husband asked his other daughter, glaring at her.
“I…are we suppose to thank her? I mean, she’s working for us, right?”
“You can’t say that! She’s…”
“Don’t even say that crap.” The wife cuts in. “Don’t even say she’s old enough to be your grandmother because that woman can never be my child’s grandmother.”
“We can’t say things like that in the present of the kids, Margaret.”
“Don’t call me that. And why not? Are the kids not old enough to know their right as the boss?”
“MARGARET!” The man yelled, warningly.
“Dad?” The other child, sitting beside h called, staring at him with a sad look.
“Oh. Sweetie, I’m sorry about that. Don’t worry, mom and dad isn’t fighting, okay?”
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They could hear the screaming…the argument…the abusive words…the hatred from their parents voices.
“Shouldn’t we call the police?” The gentle one asked.
“And tell them what? That our mom and dad are fighting and that they should come over and arrest them?”
“No. But we can tell them something that will make them come over to stop this fight. It’s scaring me.” She said, crying.
“Can you stop being such a crybaby? We are twelve for Christ sake! And you shouldn’t be crying like this.”
“I’m scared.”
“Scared or what? Of mom and dad killing themselves? Seriously? Oh, please. they won’t kill each other….they are always like this. Quarrel and then sleep..the next morning they will act like nothing happened. What do they think of us? Stupid?”
“How are you okay with all this?”
“I’m not okay. I don’t just want to worry myself about it. And can you please stop crying!? I feel so ashamed to be called your twin sister right now.”
“You hate me, don’t you?”
She scoffed. “I don’t. I mean, how can I possibly hate myself? Hating you is the same thing as hating myself, twinnie.”
#Present.
????ACE????
“Who are you?” An elderly woman asked, staring at them from head to toe.
“Hi. I’m Ace and this is Paulo.” Ace said. “You must be Mrs Ann, right?”
“Um, yeah. How can I help you?”
“Can we at least come in?” Paulo asked.
She hesitate for a while before shrugging, stepping away from the door. “Sure. But how can I be so sure that I’m save?”
Paulo laughed, taking out his detective card and waving it in front of Ann. “You are save, Mrs Ann.”
She smiled. “Then I can trust you now.” She turned to Ace. “Why does it seem like I’ve seen you before? Um, have we met before?” She asked.
Ace shook his head. “Not until some minutes ago.”
“I guess. Please seat.” She offered. “What would you like to drink?”
“We are okay, ma.” Paulo replied, sitting down beside Ace.
“Oh, alright.” She sat down opposite from them. “So tell me, what can I do for you both?”
“We are here to talk to you about Mrs Naomi. Do you know her?”
She thought for a while. “I don’t think I can remember her.”
Ace brou-ght out her photo and show it to Ann. She stared at it for a while… suddenly her eyes went wide.
“Naomi. Oh my God. What happened to her? Is she okay? What about her sister? Don’t tell me they’ve finally killed each other, please.”
“No. At least not yet.” Paulo said. “Seems like you remember her.”
“Of course. I can never forget Naomi and her sister.” She said.
“Her sister. She really do have a sister.” Ace said in a whisper.
He can’t believe he doesn’t know anything about his mom sister.
Why did she keep it away from him?
Was her sister really that bad that she couldn’t even introduce him to her?
Here he was thinking he knows his mom when he reality he knows absolutely nothing about her!
She was like a mystery to him…
A stranger who so happens to be his mother.
what a life!
“Wait,” Ann said, staring at Ace now. “I think I recognize you now. Are you Nelly’s son or Naomi’s?” She asked.
“Nelly must be Naomi’s elder sister, right?” Paulo asked.
“Yes. She’s just two minutes older than Naomi.”
“Oh, yeah. Wait, what?” Paulo questioned in surprise.
“Two minutes?” Ace asked in surprise as well.
Ann nodded her head. “Yes. Nelly is Naomi’s twin sister, actually. Identical twins, if I may say.”
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????BALLERINA????
Ballerina was heading towards her car but mistakenly sli-pped and fell, hitting her head on the ground.
She screamed in pain, sitting upright.
Suddenly, she started seeing flashes… flashes of the past.
*Hi. I’m Ballerina. What is your name?*
*Ace.*
*Can I be your friend, Ace?*
*Yes. I’ve always wanted a female friend.*
*You are lucky then.*
Ballerina scrunched up her face at this memory, rubbing her head to ease the pain on her head.
*Let’s play hide and seek!*
*Let’s do it!*
The scene look like something that just happened yesterday.
She could see the young Ballerina running to hide herself from the little Ace.
She could see the little Ballerina bending down to tie the shoe lace of her shoe, and…
#Past.
????NARRATOR????
“Don’t wander off, Ballerina, okay?” Claire said to the young child.
“Okay aunt.”
Ballerina ran towards a boy who was playing all by himself.
“Hey!” She smiled at him, warmingly.
“Who are you?” He asked.
“I’m Ballerina. What is your name?”
“Ace.”
“Ace? What kind of name if that?”
“I was going to ask you the same thing. Who answers Ballerina as a name?”
“Obviously me.” She replied.
“Are you a fan of ballet?”
“I love ballet. What about you?”
He shook his head, making a face. “I hate it.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. Because it’s boring.”
“Ballet is not boring!” She defended, frowning at him.
“Yeah, whatever.”
She grabbed his wrist and started pulling him along with her. “Let me show you something.”
“What?”
“My moves. I’m going to show you that ballet is not boring.”
She dragged him to a secluded area and made him seat.
She took off her shoes and started dancing… flowing with the rhythm of the wind.
Ace was just watching her closely.
She continued dancing to heart contend.
She did her final move by raising her hand up in the air and lifting herself off the ground, stretching out her legs then slowly came down in front of Ace, who was grinning.
“What do you think?”
“It’s… it’s beautiful.” He answered, still grinning.
She smiled. “Thank you.”
“It’s my birthday.” He told her out of nowhere.
“Oh, really. Happy birthday then. Hey, I’ve given you a present.”
He nods. “Yeah. And it’s the best present I’ve received so far. Thank you, Ballerina.”
“Call me Belle.”
“Belle?”
“No one have ever called me that but I want you to be the first. Can I be your friend?”
He nodded his head almost immediately. “Yes. I’ve always wanted a female friend.”
“You are lucky then.”
“Will I ever be able to watch you dance again?”
“Of course. Don’t worry we will see each other again in the future.”
“What if we don’t?”
“We will. I’m sure of it. And besides I’m sure you will be able to recognize me when you see me dancing in the future.”
“What if I don’t.”
“Tsk. You are filled with negativity.” She laughed. “My dance moves will always captivate your heart and make you smile, Ace. I’m sure of it.”
“I love your positivity.”
“Well, thank you.” She grinned. “Let’s play hide and seek with the other kids.” She suggested.
“Let’s do it!”
They ran towards the other kids and joined them in playing hide and seek.
Ballerina started running towards a close place to hide herself from the other kids… the place was quiet.
She should have gone back to the open area but she found the place as a good hiding spot due to the quietness.
She was going to hide behind a tree when she noticed her loose shoe.
She stopped running and bent down to tie her shoe lace when she heard a loud gunshot.
She snapped her head to the direction and saw a man falling down to the ground while two women were staring at his lifeless body.
Ballerina placed her hand over her mouth to stop herself from screaming.
“Belle!” Ace yelled, running towards her and at the same time getting the attention of the two women.
They both snapped their heads to look at them.
One of them was looking at her in tears and sadness while the other one was glaring at her.
They look so alike….
#Present.
“The face… it’s the same thing.” Ballerina gasped in surprise.
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#To Be Continued….