Gone, like the wind.

Chapter One.

  Chapter One- Where do i start?

 

   Well to begin my wild story. It started off when I was a baby; our nanny was more like a mom than my real one because my parents were never at home. My parents named me after my grandfather, Alexander Trevor Walkers. Just call me Trevor, please. Don’t get me wrong, I completely understand why my parents wasn’t around until I was five, they were out saving lives and they just didn’t have time for me. After all… They had to keep the family secret.

 

   I still remember the day of my fifth birthday party, for that is the day they gave me Skip, my english bulldog. He’s also my bestfriend, because he’s the one that listens to me and as an outcast not many people want to listen to me. Which I don’t blame them. As I was saying, my parents didn’t start coming around until I was five, I know they loved me.. but I never saw them. Around the age of nine our nanny was in a car crash; a drunk driver hit her head on, she was dead on impact. All I remember is crying and my mom and dad coming home early to try and make me feel better by buying me toys. The most expensive toy in the world could not take away my heartbroke.

 

   Than at the age of fourteen I fell in love, and before you speak it was not puppy love. I loved her more than anyone I had ever meet. She could always cheer me up, and we told each other everything. Every little secret, every flaw, every hope and dreams. I loved her so much. She was my future, but then one day while I was walking her home from school a black van came speeding at us. Grabbed her and I never saw her again. I tried running after the van, and I ran until I collapsed on a dirt road somewhere. My mom found me that night and took my home.  That night her and my father told me why my love was taken; because of the family secret.

   That’s when I realized everything that happened was because I needed to be a man, I promised myself I would find her one day. I will find her, even if it kills me.

 So now I’m fithteen, my house burned down yesterday and all that I have left is my journal and my dog. I’m walking down the road, with no weapons no food waiting on a family friend to arrive. To take me to my God-Mother’s house. My mother told me to keep walking and my ride would find me.