Chapter 8- So she's really my sister

Harley’s pov

“Ahhh my head.” I screamed in pain.

Suddenly I saw Junior coming in with a glass of water and a weird drug. I looked around the room I was in and figured out that it wasn't my room. I was terrified and confused at the same time.

“Where am I? And whose clothes am I in? Ahhh! Maybe asking the questions in one breath wasn't a good idea. Junior didn't even answer me.

“Here take this glass of water. And here you go, aspirin. The pain is a little overboard because this is your first hangover.” He said that without looking at me. Before I could say anything, I heard a feminine voice call his name. “Junior! Please come here.”She cried out.

“Coming!” He said in his British accent. He looked at me for the first time that day. His eyes were asking me if he could go. So I just nodded in agreement.

Junior’s pov

I rushed downstairs to find her. I heavily sighed when I saw her in the kitchen.

“What will she love to have for breakfast. Let me tell the steward to cook something.” She said but her 50% attention was on her phone.

“Uncle just cook what I like.” I gave him an assuring smile. Even thought he is a worker, I still like to call him uncle.

“Junior I want to tell you something.” She said as she walked out of the kitchen telling me to follow her.

“Dear you have your doubts that she is your sister, right?” She sat on the couch nearest to her and I sat beside her. “Yes aunt, I do. Because there is no DNA test or prove that we are siblings.” I said looking down.

“Well let me clear them all. Like I told you years ago I went to the hospital because I had acute maleria.” She said to me.

“In the reception, I saw little you on there. And I saw...