Passionate Trust - Fractured

Chapter 1 Prologue - Catherine

15 years ago...

I was 7 years old and Skye 5. You don't understand a lot as a child, you don't understand why two people are always arguing, even though they tell each other how much they love each other on a daily basis. You don't understand why you make a promise for eternity even though it will eventually be broken. One does not understand why the husband slaps his wife in the face and she does not resist. As a child, you are ignorant and do not think much about such events, but that does not mean that you forget it.

I was on my way to the kitchen to make myself and Skye something to eat when I saw two shadows. Loud voices came from the kitchen. The sound of broken porcelain, probably plates."Would you calm down, damn it! I told you, Chloe is just a colleague. When are you finally going to stop being so jealous? "My father's voice echoed through the corridors. I pressed my stuffed animal closer to me. Whenever Father raised his voice, I got scared. Overtime he came back home from work he was drunk, or he just sat alone in the kitchen and drank one bottle at a time. If Skye and I had hid the bottles, we were beaten by Him. We were not poor. On the contrary, we were very wealthy, but our family was never well.

One day I came home from school and found Skye trembling under the stairs. As always, she hid there when our parents argued. I put my arm around her and tried to calm her down. "It's going to be okay Skye, everything will be fine." A loud groan and moan came from the kitchen. I let my gaze wander through the crack of the door and discovered how my father forced my mother down from behind and held a knife close to her throat. A white liquid spread to the floor and Jordan, my dad, started stabbing my mother with a kitchen knife. I buried Skye's head in my shoulder to keep her from having to witness. She was shaking all over.

When we both looked up Jordan, our father stood in front of us. He grinned at us:"What are you so afraid of my little angels?" I pressed Skye tighter and she began to cry in panic. He came closer and took hold of my face."So you want to play the heroine, eh? Well, then. "He yanked me away from Skye and threw me against the wall, i screamed in pain."I always thought you were a smart girl. But I must have been wrong." I looked behind him and saw my mother lying on the floor. A red liquid spread under her body. "Mama?" I asked frightened. She did not move, she was just bleeding. Hot tears flowed down my cheeks. I watched as Father moved toward Skye and pulled out his knife, which was already covered in blood. I wanted to scream but i couldn't. No sound wanted to come out of my throat. Father held the knife to Skye's neck."If you dare to scream then I will not only take your mother, no, I'll even take your sister away. So you better be a good girl and do not trouble your daddy, right? "He said with a devilish grin.

Just in that moment James came in and looked around. James was my brother, he the firstborn of the three of us. He was already 13 years old.
He looked around the house. First, he spotted our dead mother laying on the floor lifeless, then Skye and me as we tremble with fear as Jordan approached us. James left the house and got a jerrycan out of the barn behind the house. I heard the sound of a liquid bouncing on a hard surface, followed by a hiss. It sounded like a lighter or a match. Probably a match. Jordan seemed to have noticed as well.
His face was filled with panic and fear as he turned his head to figure out where the noise came from.
Unfortunately, it was already too late for that.

The house blew up in flames and Jordan raced out of the house.
The smoke was unbearable and when I was about to faint I saw James taking Skye on his shoulder. The last thing i remember was the loud scream of agony and pain from my father as he said , "This was just the beginning ...".

1

Catherine

Present time ...

It was seven in the morning when I was on my way to my office. It was raining outside, and I had to hurry because I was already too late.
As if on cue, a taxi just passed by and stopped right in front of my Apartment. The taxi driver opened his window and stuck his head out, with a friendly smile he asked me, "Where is it going, Ma'am?"
I smiled friendly. "Washington Street 36, Aero AG. How much is it? " The Latin-Guy starred at me, and his gaze lingered over my cleavage before answering:
"For you $ 20, because I'm in a good mood."
Pig. Is what I thought.
I gave the man $ 20 and sat on the back seat of his taxi.
The "polite Man." Parked out his vehicle and drove directly onto the highway.
Is he for real?