Finding His Voice
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"Morgan!" Jacob gasped, holding up his hands and then dropping them when his brother flinched and whined. "Morgan; Morgan, no, no, it's okay. It's me, Morgan, it's Jake; your little brother. You're safe, I promise. You're safe, and he can't hurt you anymore. Please, Morgan. Please calm down or they'll sedate you again." Morgan let out a guttural sound that horrified Jacob and continued to fight against his restraints, shaking his head desperately. He shut his eyes tightly and shrank back against the bed, turning his face to hide it in his pillow when he finally realized he couldn't free himself. Jacob watched, biting his lip so hard that he nearly tore through the skin, as his brother shook and made animalistic noises into his pillow. Nurses came into the room, drawn by the commotion, but Jacob stepped forward to stand over Morgan. "No," he growled, looking at the one who was carrying a syringe. "No, you're not sedating him anymore. My name is Jacob Calloway, and he's my older brother. You're not going to keep putting him under or we'll never figure out what's wrong with him."
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Morgan Calloway was missing for four months, presumed dead;, until a twist of fate led to him being found and rushed to the hospital. He was in a bad shape in every way imaginable- —couldn'’t even stand to look at his brother or be in the light. No one could tell the full extent of what had happened to him. His voice seemed to have been stolen away. Jacob Calloway never stopped looking for his brother, not once. A part of him knew that Morgan wasn'’t dead, and he was determined to find him and bring him home safely. When Morgan was found, though, Jacob'’s elation quickly turned to horror when he saw the brother who could not look at him, could not be in light, could not even speak. Caelean Addars was good at his job;, better than good. A phone call from a frantic man brought him into the lives of the Calloway brothers, and he met Morgan, the broken man who needed his special brand of care and, more than that, needed someone to help him find his voice.
About the Author
I've always loved to write; it's one of my greatest passions. Taking an idea and forming it into something that others actually want to read and enjoy is something I've dreamed of doing for a long time. I never thought I'd actually write an actual book but I've always wanted to, and now that I have all I want to do is keep writing. Writing isn't easy, and sometimes it's really not fun. Sure, anyone can write a happy story with a pretty ending, and I love doing that, but life isn't full of happy endings and I know that. Sometimes there's pain involved; pain I've felt and tried to master for a long time. It's good to remind yourself of that through something you write; pain is difficult to write because it messes with your emotions, but in the long run I think it could be worth it to get it out there. I'm a Pennsylvania boy, born and bred. I'm also transgender; making the change from female to male because I've always been a male - I just had the wrong body. It's not easy realizing something like that when you're still a teenager - even less so when you live in an area surrounded by Amish and Mennonite farms. I do my best, though, and I'm not ashamed of who I am.