Escape

Who's Sherlock Holmes?

Amar's POV

..."If you're ever in danger, look for your brother..."

What? He's my-

"Sweetie, come inside," Jay said, reaching out for me.

I backed away quickly and gripped the papers and necklace closer to me. I shook my head and ran to my room.

"Guards!" Alyzea yelled, but I was already in my car.

Thank god, I didn't turn it off. I sped out of there and headed for the exit when a guard jumped in my way. At this point, I didn't care. I continued driving, and as predicted, the guard moved at the last second. I drove out of there, getting back onto the road. As the sky let its tears fall, my emotions were all over the place. I was angry, sad, confused, and most of all, wet. I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that he was my brother.

*

I marched towards his door and knocked as loud and hard as I could. The door swung open, and I came face to face with that dopey grin of his.

"Hey-!"

"Who are you?" I cut him off abruptly.

He had the guts to chuckle and furrow his eyebrows. "Is this a joke? It's me,-"

I shook my head. "Don't fucking say that! Tell me who the hell you are!" I shoved the papers on his chest and pushed him inside. I slammed the door shut and face him. He stared at me weirdly before roughly scanning the adoption records. He glanced up at me when he finished reading. He laid the papers on the kitchen island and read the note. I watched warily for his reaction. His eyes started to tear up as he read the letter.

"How'd you know it was me?" He asked, voice cracking the slightest.

"You were the only one I knew with that last name, Marcel." I stuffed my hands in my pockets and shrugged. "Or should I say, Harry?"

"I can explain- wait, what is that?" He said as he pointed at my hand.

I furrowed my eyebrows and held out my hand, holding the necklace with my pointer finger and thumb. Tears trickled from Harry's eyes to his chin. He dug inside his shirt and pulled something out. It was a replica of the necklace in my hand. He stepped closer and held out the chain for me to see it. It was a silver chain with a beautiful silver paper aeroplane charm hanging in the middle. He let out a small laugh and surprised by engulfing me in a tight hug.

"I have a sister." He whispered into my hair.

I slowly brought my arms up to hang in the air. I hesitated but hugged Harry back. He was thrilled about the fact that I was his sister. It was weird. My brothers, well Ahmad, Ayham, and Amjad, they were never the best brothers, or step-brothers. To see Harry so happy that he found out I was his sister was weird but pleasant. I didn't want to let go, but he was crushing me.

"Harry. My ribs." I groaned out, and he immediately pulled away.

"Oh, sorry!" Harry exclaimed. He looked at me and made sure I was okay. The corners of his mouth twisted up into a grin. "I have a sister! Oh my gosh!"

I let out a laugh. "We can celebrate later. Right now," I poked Harry's chest, "you have a lot to explain."

*

"So, what do you want to know?" Harry asked. We had moved to his black couch.

"Everything," I replied quickly. I watched as Harry nibbled on his bottom lip and debated on something. I was quick to add, "If you're debating on whether lying to me or not, don't. I just found out that my whole life was a lie. Today is not the day to lie to me."