Hope For The Underrated Youth

Hope For The Underrated Youth

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, May 29, 2020
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Jaxxson Hollowwoods has been through Hell and back. His parents got divorced after he was born. His mother married a manipulative man that sexually abused Jaxxson since he was young. His father worked constantly and barely had time to talk to him. When Jaxxson was 12 a voice appeared in his head. It didn't tell him to do bad things only good and it had high power over his decision making. At 16 his father was murdered in cold blood in the living room of his home and Jaxxson was forced to move in with his mom and step dad. The only light in this dark was moving next to his best friend, Marshall Seavey, and Marshall's little sister, Hope. Three years later while packing for college he gets a call from his friend next door asking him for a huge favor that he has no choice but to do.
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