?HIS BALLERINA?
THEME: {What the heart sees}
✍️ Written By Precious Pinky✍️
? Chapter Twenty-Seven ?
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?BALLERINA?
She scrolled throu-ghher aunt’s photos on her phone, tears streaming down her face.
They say pain comes and goes. It fades away with time and it’s been replaced with something else; healing.
Life is like a journey… you walk throu-ghthe path, not knowing exactly where the path might lead you to.
But what of that path leads you to your doom?
Or what if he leads to no where and you have no other option than to start all over again?
She was just a little girl with the life every kid wants; a father as a king, a mother as a queen, maids at her beck ‘n’ call, cars, riches…everything.
She thought she was perfect.
She thought fate was been kind to her.
She thought there’s no other thing left for her to wish for.
She thought she saved.
She was wrong.
Come on, she was just Eight years old… she haven’t started her journey. She was still following someone else’s lead but what happens when that person dies and there’s no one left to lead her path… she will be lost.
And that’s what going on now… she’s lost.
Lost inside of her.
Lost and yet afraid to be found.
Fate wasn’t kind to her, it just gave her a privilege to enjoy that life while growing up.
Actually, it was rather cruel to her.
Maybe if she never enjoyed those privileges as a kid, everything would have been different. She would have been different.
Ballerina sniffed, her fingertips were stro-king her aunt’s face softly, as more tears spilled out of her eyes.
She wished she had saw her aunt’s face before she died.
She wished she had at least apologize to her for everything she’d that night.
She wished she had bade her goodbye.
Honestly she will choose to be blind and still have her aunt around than to see and not have her precious aunt around.
She miss her.
Her gaze slowly darted to the card seated beside her.
She have to continue from where her aunt stopped.
She have to investigate and find those fu-cking psychopath that clashed into her life and made it worthless!
She won’t be the blind, clueless princess she was born have always been… she will be someone different.
Different from what they expected.
She grabbed the card and dialed the number on it, she pulled the phone against her ear and waited for it to be answered.
During the fourth ring, it was finally answered.
“Hello, I’ve been expecting your call.” He said throu-ghthe other line.
She knitted her brows in confusion and stared down at the number she just dialled, who knows maybe she had made a mistake but there was no mistake.
She bring the phone back to her ear. “This is Ballerina.” She said, just in case he might have mistaken her for someone else.
“I know.” He said.
Oh, he knows.
“How did you know?” She find herself asking.
“Well, I gave two people my card. You and someone else. I know that someone else wasn’t going to call me, yet but you.”
“Oh.” That was all she could say.
“So, why are you calling?” He asked. She could tell he was driving due to the honk and stuff she was hearing.
“Can you come over to the hospital?” She asked.
He didn’t say anything for a while but then finally said. “Sure.”
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“Hi.” She waved, smiling to him.
“Hi.” He returned back her smile with a smile of his own.
“Seat.” She offered.
Paulo look around them to see that there was a bed, two couch, a table and other things found in the hospital _clearly this was a VIP ward_
“Thanks.” Paulo said, as he sat down on one of the couch. Ballerina walked up to him and took the other vacant seat. “You finally want my help, huh?”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
“Listen, I never wanted to give you a call and ask you to a-ssist me in finding my aunt’s murderer and parents’ but…I know very well that I can’t do it on my own. I will need a detective to a-ssist me and clearly you made yourself available.” She said.
“So?”
“So what I’m trying to say is, i need you to investigate about what or who really killed my aunt and my parents. I will pay you as much as you want for the job.”
“Okay?” He sounded unsure.
“Do you still want to help me?” She asked him.
“Of course but… I’m confused, what made you change your mind?”
“Since you’ve expecting my call then I think you should know what made me changed my mind.” She shrugged.
He smirked. “Probably because I’m the detective here.”
“Obviously.” She said rudely. “Have you help that person?” She asked after a minute of silence.
“What?”
“That person you said I reminded you of… have you help him or her?” She asked again.
He slowly shook his head. “Not yet. It’s quite a difficult case. And yours might be just like that.” He paused. “Well, this person isn’t just a client but also my best friend.”
“Oh. So have he find answers yet?”
“He? what make you think it’s a he?”
“Well, obviously.”
“You think I can’t keep a ‘she’ as my best friend?”
“Then is it a she?”
“No?”
“Exactly my point!”
Paulo smirked, running his fingers throu-ghhis hair. “Funny.” He sighed. “Listen for us to work together in this investigation, then you have to be truthful to me… and yourself.” He said.
“What do you mean?” Ballerina asked, clearly confused.
“You need to tell me everything that happened that night. Especially what you saw.”
Ballerina did not say anything for a long while. She just kept mute, staring at Paulo. But after a while, she finally spoke. “What if I didn’t see anything?”
“You should have seen something.” He reasoned.
“I didn’t.”
“Why not?”
“I was blind, okay! Clearly a blind girl wouldn’t be able to see any damn thing!” she lashed out on him, surprising him in the process.
“I’m… I’m sorry.” He apologized.
“Don’t pity me.” She said coldly, turning her face away from his.
“I’m not. I just… I don’t know.”
“You just can’t believe that once a blind girl can see now? Trust me, I get it.”
“I never said that.”
“You don’t have to.”
Paulo let out a breath of frustration, running his fingers throu-ghhis hair. “I know you don’t like me but hey, we have to work together to capture this killer and if we keep acting this way…we won’t get anywhere.”
He was right.
Why was she even acting this cold and mean towards this innocent detective? It’s not like he was the one who killed her aunt or something.
Besides he was only just trying to help her here.
Ballerina tucked a strand of hair from her face and put it behind her ear, turning to look at Paulo. “I’m sorry.” She apologized.
Paulo raised a questioning brow at her. “Did you just apologized?” He joked in attempt to lighten the atmosphere.
She chuckles. “Hey, I’m not always like this, okay? I’m just…”
“Frustrated?”
She shrugged. “Something like that.” She sighed. “You said if we have to work together then I have to be truthful to myself and to you as well, right.” Paulo nodded his head, ‘yes.’ “Then you should also do the same.” She paused. “You have to report to me about everything relating to this investigation and you can also ask me any question, okay?”
“Sure.” He smiled. “So,” He took out a pen and a small jotter from his pocket.
“Do you also go out with that?”
“I’m a detective, okay? i need to take down some note when necessary.” He playfully justified himself, smiling.
Ballerina smiled as well. “Of course.”
“Back to business… Why do you think your aunt was Murder? Did someone threatened to kill her? or did she tell you anything that might have sounded suspicious?”
Ballerina thought for a while. “My aunt never told me anything. All she ever did was to make sure I was save. There was a time when I asked her to run the kingdom for me until I regain my sight… she accepted but during the coronation, she started acting strange. She even postponed the fixed date of the coronation to another day…” Ballerina paused. “I felt something strange. She was hiding something from me but I don’t know what that is.
One day, she came into my room and thought I was asleep, she said something that morning,” She kept mute for a while as if trying to remember what her aunt said. “ She said, ‘If anything happens to me, don’t blame yourself or hate your self or see yourself as a cursed princess. But rather be strong, be happy and find the murderer who murdered your parents and bring justice to them. And make sure you don’t trust anyone, not even me. If you need any clue about anything, go to the heart of the palace.’ Those were her words.” Ballerina explained with a sigh.
“She asked you not to trust her?” Paulo asked.
“Yes.”
“And not to trust anyone…” He knitted his brows, while processing everything Ballerina had just told him. “how did you parents died?”
“They died in a car accident. No one knows what caused the accident.” She replied.
“But your aunt thinks it’s murder. That means someone planned the accident.” He reasoned out. “Does this mean your aunt knows who killed your parents?”
“It’s not possible, because if she really does then he would have said something.” Ballerina reasoned out.
“You are right but what if she couldn’t. Or let say, she never wanted to.”
“And why wouldn’t she?”
“Probably because there is something she’s hiding from everyone. Come on, she knew she was going to die which only means one thing, this murderer must have threatened to kill her and maybe because she’s getting somewhere with the investigation…. There’s a probability that the murderer who killed your parents is the same person who killed your aunt.” He paused. “But why didn’t she tell you anything?” He said in a whisper. “Was it really to protect you? Or to protect something else?”
“Listen, I don’t know who this murderer is, but maybe if I wasn’t blind, I would have seen them.”
“How?”
“He or she hit my head after killing my aunt!” She pointed out.
“When did you aunt died?” Paulo asked.
“Probably in the middle of the night? I don’t know, okay?”
“When did you go to her room?”
“The following morning. I heard a scream.”She explained.
“Do you know what she meant by the ‘the clue is in heart of the palace’?” He asked after a minute of silence.
“No. But doctor Charles should know something.”
“Doctor Charles?” Paulo questioned.
“Yes. The doctor of this hospital.” She sighed. “And when I asked him, he said my aunt specifically told him not to tell me anything until I find my missing self. Don’t ask me what that means because I don’t know.” She quickly added the last statement.
“Doctor Charles….again.” He muttered under his breath, twirling the pen round his fingers. Have you ever had any encounter with a stranger?”
“None that I can remember of.”
Paulo stood up to his feet. “I will like to go to the crime scene. Hope it is still restricted for entry?”
“Yeah. Heather will take you to the crime scene.” Ballerina told him. “Hey,” She called him just when he turned around to leave. “I’m counting on you for this investigation.” She said to him.
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?PAULO?
Paulo stared down at the chalked spot of where Ballerina aunt had died. He stared at the open window then walked up to it and stared down at the height of the window _no one can climb this window_ unless the person is a tree climbing expert.
He stared at the huge tree that was very close to Ballerina aunt’s window.
“How come was the victim killed in the middle of the night and Ballerina’s head was hit the next morning?” He asked himself, trying to find the missing puzzle. “Could it be that the person who killed the victim is different from the person who hit her head? But then again, who screamed?”
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#To Be Continued