Page 4 of Trace's Passion
Chapter 1
Trace
This much was clear, his life had been filled with hardship and struggles, but after putting Gary and Shelly away for life, he strived to make something of himself.
He had saved up money from his job at the restaurant, and by mowing lawns and walking dogs and doing anything he could.
And thankfully an acquaintance of his let him sleep on the couch until Trace had graduated from high school.
He had gotten most of his memory back after living with his family for a few months and had tried everything he could to find any information about their murders. If Sienna had survived.
He knew about his sister and tried his best to find her. But no one would give him information about her.
They would just shake their heads and say that her information was sealed.
He was just a kid, and they didn’t care. Just told him to leave it be.
He looked for her on his own. Did his best to search for her name, to find anything about her.
But would always come up empty handed. It was so frustrating every time he hit a dead end.
He knew when he left to get help she was alive, but it could have changed.
And he hated that more than anything. He could only pray that she lived.
He finally decided to take his fate into his own hands and become a police officer.
He knew that by becoming a cop that it was meant to be. His fate. He had always been impressed by the cops that he had gone to after he left his parents.
That they had taken their time to talk to an 18-year-old child and he was glad he had gone to a different department with his evidence and they had finally taken him seriously.
And he knew that being a cop he would be able to find his sister easier. That he would be able to access things he couldn’t because he wasn’t an officer.
The very first day at the academy he met Brek McGuire. He was sitting alone at a table and was a few years older, but when Trace had sat at his table, Brek had held out his hand, and the two started a tentative friendship.
It had been so long since Trace had had friends that he barely knew what to do or say, but Brek never minded that he was skittish. Just kept being kind and helping him in every way possible.
Trace was scared to give too much information about his life, didn’t want to advertise the shit show that had been his childhood after the grisly murder of his family.
But Brek didn’t push him, and let him tell what he felt comfortable with. When they finished each day with training, they would go and have a burger at a small diner in town and Brek would tell him about his life, and Trace longed to have a family like that again.
He was still looking for any clues about Sienna and his family but had still found nothing. Only a small newspaper article, and it had made the local news, but there weren’t tapes of it and Trace once again was left grasping at straws.
It was hard to know that Sienna had most likely succumbed to her injuries and that hurt him, but he felt deep in his soul that she was still out there and held onto that small ray of hope like a lifeline.
Brek had finally asked him after their graduation day to come with him and to be his Deputy.
Trace had been reluctant to do so, but Brek was his only friend and that decided it for him.
Brek’s parents, Grace and Brent were kind people and tried so valiantly to take him under their wing, but he was so wary of any and all people like them.
One’s that were perfect on the outside, like his own ‘parents’ had been.
And it took him a long time to accept that they weren’t just perfect on the outside, but on the inside as well.
That behind closed doors they were the people they were when they were in public.
Just good and kind people who truly wanted him to accept their love.
