Page 1 of Trace's Passion
Prologue
Trace 11 years old
Trace Barker hadn’t had an easy life. He snorted. That was an understatement. When he was 11 years old or so, his parents decided to take their family on the vacation of a lifetime.
Nothing but adventures and sightseeing ahead. They had driven through many different states and saw things that you normally wouldn’t living in their small town
Like majestic waterfalls that you had to hike for miles in the mountains to get to.
Seeing massive trees that towered over them and made them realize that life was beautiful.
But their dad had not known when he booked a tiny cabin out in some of those woods, that it would be the end of their picture-perfect family.
Trace had been sleeping in his tiny room. He didn’t like that Sienna had been out on the couch, but his parents knew she would fit on the couch much better than he would.
He was going to be as tall as his dad, who was around 6’3 and so he had given in.
He hadn't slept well and had been tossing and turning when he heard Sienna gasp.
Then she screamed and Trace bolted upright in his bed.
He heard his parents running out of their room and he ran out behind them.
He hadn’t seen the man until he had stabbed his father and then had come after his mother.
Trace had tried to protect her from it and had been sliced down his back twice before he fell.
As he lay there in agony with his back sliced open, not able to move or breathe, he watched helplessly as his mother was brutally killed. He could hear Sienna gasping and knew he had to do something.
He had to get help. Somehow, he would find someone to help.
The man had left after killing his family and hadn’t thought to check if Sienna or he was still alive.
Trace groaned as he got up and felt the blood run down his back, soaking his shirt.
He knew Sienna had broken her leg and couldn’t have left if she wanted to.
It was up to him. He had to be the man of the house now.
As he slowly walked out of the house and down the steps, he didn’t know what he was doing or where he was going.
He tried to follow the driveway to the road, but it was hard to see in the black of night with no light shining from anywhere.
It seemed as if the stars and moon were in hiding.
Trace did his best to keep one foot in front of the other but kept getting turned around.
He fell a few times, his back still freely bleeding and he could hear the sounds of wild animals as they scented it.
That terrified him to no end, and he knew he needed to get back to the cabin.
He would have better luck in the morning.
Sienna needed him and by damn it, he would be there for his sister.
But when he turned around, nothing seemed familiar.
Nothing. He couldn’t find the driveway and tried to search the stars for help to get him in the right direction.
