Revealed

79. Sharon Pierce

Wow. This guy must be driving at 80 miles per hour because right when I start to see his car, it disappears again. It's getting frustrating to chase him down but when a girl is determined, she doesn't back out.

"Looks like I'll have to test out that 80 miles per hour theory for myself." I step on the gas even harder than before. It takes a while, but his car eventually gets back into my line of sight. He isn't going to be able to see me from behind, so my only other option is to pull up next to him. Although, that's such a risky move because the road only has two lanes going in opposite directions.

Then, he begins to slow his car down and park. Feeling suspicious, I do the same thing, only I'm farther back. Surprisingly, he reaches his hand out of the driver's window and motions for me to come closer to him.

I don't know how to feel about what he's doing, yet I still get out of my car with my hands tucked into my pockets.

Reaching his car, he unlocks it and I get in, being cautious and leaving my door slightly open. We sit there in silence for a minute. I fidget with my fingers in my lap. Then, he chuckles.

Not looking at him, I respond an intimidated, "What?"

He moves one arm onto the window and covers his mouth with the other. "Nothing... you just remind me of someone. It's funny really. You act a lot like her."

"Her?" My body turns slightly, but he doesn't respond. It makes my mind race.

Trying to break the awkwardness, I say softy, "Why did you call me in here?"

"Well, you were following me."

"I was not!"

"You were."

"I wasn't!"

"You're getting defensive."

Repositioning myself, I roll my eyes. "Fine. I was following you."

He shakes his head. "Listen, princess -"

"My name is Sharon."

He rolls his eyes this time. "Listen... Sharon..."

He says it with so much sarcasm. "I confused you with someone. I kissed you. It shouldn't have happened. That's it. So this obsession you have -"

"Obsession!? I do NOT like you!" I'm filled with anger and fury. "Okay. We're done playing this game. Tell me who you were you confusing me with."

The guy raises his eyebrow and gives a cheeky smile in the way in which a person would think he could kill if he wanted to. "Doesn't matter."

"OH. MY. GOSH. You are so stubborn! Just tell me her name and you'll never have to see or hear from me again."

He does that thing with his face again. "Nope."

There's no way he's going to tell me anything without an explanation. And if that's what he wants, then that's what he's going to get.

"Look. I get it. You don't want to talk to some stranger girl. But right now, you're my only hope of finding my sister...."

His face lites up a little, but he tries to hide it.

"How would I help you? I don't even know who you are."

"You confused me with someone. My sister looks just like my mom. And I guess I kind of look like her too. I just thought that maybe... you've met her... my sister, I mean."

I get a little sentimental and the guy, his hands clutching onto the drivers wheel very firmly, begins to get suspicious.

"What's your last name?"

"... Pierce," I hesitate.

He takes a breath of relief. "Nope. It's not the same."

"Well yeah. I know that. Her name is Solane. Solane Royal. Well... I think so at least."

His face goes white as he stares me down in amazement. "Not possible. Solane had no siblings. She was abandoned."

Now my face goes white too. He only knows half the story.

"No. It's not like that. I mean... yeah, it is. But you have it all wrong... mostly." I stutter from that new found information. "Just... please. I need to know that she's my sister. I need to know that she's okay. I want to explain everything to her."

The guy continues to stare. Then, he opens one of the compartments near him and pulls out scrap paper and a pen. "Write your phone number down. If I feel like I can somewhat trust you, I'll give you a call." Then his face becomes very serious, maybe even a little scary.

"But believe me when I say that if I find out you're working for someone or using me in any way, I will kill you. I am not the person to mess with."

I quickly nod my head and jot down my number before placing the paper in his hands and exiting his car. By the time I reach mine, I'm so out of breath. Who is my sister associating herself with?