Finding Your Twin

Found out

Rachel's pov

I hang up the phone and hear footsteps. "Rachel?" My eyes go wide. I turn around. "W-Wait.... You called me Rachel?" He smiles and wipes his eyes. "That's your name ain't it?" "Um n-no I'm Sierra.... Your daughter." I know he knows. "Now honey I may be a redneck but I'm sure as hell not an idiot. Where's Sierra?" "In England with mom. Why didn't either of you ever tell us we had a twin sister?" "Your mama left and took you. I had no idea where you've been the last ten years." I run over and hug him. "I'm glad to finally meet you daddy." "Oh my sweet Rachel, I thought I'd never see you again. I remember the day you were both born." I break down crying in my dad's arms.

Miranda's pov

Rachel walks out of the closet beyond confusing me. "What were you doing in there?" "I uh...... No reason." What is going on? She has something in her fist. "What's in your hand?" "I um.... Mom why did you leave my dad?" My eyes go wide. She lets whatever it is fall from her hand. A gold ring I remember vaguely. The name slides into my mind. Jason. Suddenly the phone rings making me jump. I stare at the girl who I thought was Rachel. She's crying. "Sierra?" I shakily asks. She nods and I answer the phone still staring shocked. The voice on the other end was one I never thought I'd hear again. "Hey hun, we uh we both got punked." "I'm sorry daddy!" She yells. "Um.... Rachel told me everything. I'll uh meet ya at the airport." "Ok and Jason," "Yeah?" "It's good to hear from you again." "You too."

*a few days later*

I walk off the plane holding Sierra's hand.

Sierra's pov

I don't want to lose my mom or my sister. I see dad, Carol, and Rachel. I texted her to where the same outfit because I have a plan. "Who's that?" Mom asks. "Dad's fiancé Carol." I say annoyed. Mom's eyes go wide surprised. "Jason." She says, tensely. He nods. "Miranda." He says. I nod to Rachel. She nods back. Both mom and dad are tense and nervous. I grab Rachel's hand and take off running.

Jason's pov

Ugh. That's my Sierra. "Rachel! Come back!" Miranda gasps. Damn she's got a British accent too and I have to say she looks just as beautiful as the day she left me. "Let's go find those little trouble makers." I say, smiling. "Let's get this over with." Carol mutters, crossing her arms. "You didn't have to come." I say. All three of us run after the girls and they're both standing side by side in the lobby. "Which one's which?" Carol gapes. "I know my Sierra." I say, walking over and patting her head. "Uh sorry dad. I'm Rachel." She says, catching me off guard since she's talking in a British accent! I coulda sworn! "Or is she?" The other girl says, also in a British accent! Now I'm confused! Who's who?! Both girls look at each other and laugh. "Darn you troublemakers!" I mutter frustrated. "Sierra, you better tell me who's who or I'll throw out all your cowgirl boots!" I say, finally getting her. "Sorry." One says. "They're hidden." The other girl says. "Ugh what do we do?" Miranda gapes. I shrug unsure. "You don't know which one's which. You might end up taking Sierra back with you." "Or will you?" The other says. "I'm starting to get a headache." I mumble, rubbing the sides of my head. We go back to my ranch house. Now that I have Miranda back here. Half of me doesn't want her to leave. Both girls stand in the living room with confident smiles. "Aha! I know how to tell these two apart!" I gasp, thinking of a way. "Sierra, A boy named Ricky called the other day." One girl's eyes go wide. "Aha, that's my Sierra!" I say, pointing to the wide eyed girl. They both smile again. "Or is it? Maybe Rachel did that to throw you off." I slap my forehead. "Dammit this is getting old, kids!" I mutter. Alice takes the girls upstairs. "How do we figure this out?" Miranda asks, glancing at Carol. "I don't know! I'm so confused. As soon as I think for sure I have the right one, they make me doubt myself." I grumble, sitting down with a headache. Carol notices. "Do you need your medicine?" Ugh. "Yeah. Thanks hun." She leaves the room. "Medicine?" Miranda asks. I sigh. "Chronic migraines, been like that since ya left." Her eyes go wide and she sits down. "So you're getting married soon?" I glance in the doorway Carol walked through. "Yeah. What about you?" "Single." I stare at her, missing her more than ever even though she's sitting right here. "How are we tackling this situation?" She asks. "I don't know hun. I just don't know." She sounds weird with a British accent when before she was as country as can be.