Frannie Flicker was born a Londoner and proud. The gloomy weather and the plain colored architecture really fit her personality. As a child Frannie never had much time for friends, instead she wrote in her diary about how she was going to bring misery to the world, or at the time, the second grade.
Frannie's mother was an emergency nurse in a nearby hospital and was often found shamelessly flirting with the doctors. Fannie's father was in advertising, and while he wasn't screwing the secretary, he was found playing solitaire in his office. Frannie was not oblivious of her parent's unfaithfulness toward each other, but even if she had cared there was little she could do. Instead she focused most of her energies elsewhere, doing everything in her existence to stay away from her reckless parents.
At 16 she met Devlin. Devlin was diabolic 18 year, and like most his age he was always eager to get laid. Devlin's parents died in a car accident. The orphaned Devlin was left with an enormous amount of money. After two weeks of dating they ran off to Edinburgh to have more tasteful lifestyles. They bought a 3 acre property, and constructed a massive medieval castle. There they lived, until Frannie 'accidentally' threw Devlin off the second story balcony and killed him. Devlin left all his money to Frannie, and she then moved back to the city. Frannie was bored, unemployed, and filthy rich. She wasn't interested in expensive jewelry, and the fashionable fine clothing wasn't of her taste. Sick of London Frannie sought to get away from the gloomy city and unfavorable memories. So, with sufficient funds at hand she did just that and bought a house in Little Rock, Arkansas.
Abraham's mother was a prostitute who accidentally got pregnant to a wealthy New Yorker. Abraham's mother took a vow of silence in fear her baby would be taken from her, the New Yorker left in the dark about his bastard son. So she decided to move to Little Rock, where Abraham was born.
On a warm spring morning, in a little cottage Abraham came into the world. A local gardener came into the cottage and helped deliver the baby. Pneumonia soon took hold of Abraham's mother and she passed away three days after his birth. Having no records and no family, he was sent to an orphanage.
Eight years later, Frannie came by looking for a servant. She dressed in fine clothing, fixing up to create a mask-like impression of kindness and care for the orphanage workers. She kindly approached each child, until she pointed greedily at Abraham. "You!" she screamed. Abraham was then adopted and began his life as the slave of the Beater.
The first few years of child labor were the worst for Abraham. His legs were covered with black and blues from beatings, and his arms were swollen and throbbing because of the endless cleaning needed to be done. The Beater often leaned over Abraham while he cleaned, scanning him with her large dark eyes, looking for an imperfection in Abrahams cleaning. Sometimes after cleaning the floors, she would spit on the marble, and say, "You missed a spot." And Abraham would have to repeat the cleansing process. After two years of living with the Beater, she decided to hire a cook. An English cook. Their was nothing special about English cooking, fish and chips…scones, toast and beans… but Frannie insisted on hiring a native from her own country.
-Eric
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