Mr. Framekin glared at Mamma and I after snapping his whip at us. "You will let go of her hand," he circled around us with a nasty grin plastered on his wrinkled face. "Or you will both have a terrible life, I promise," he fixed his bow tie continuing to hold the whip out.
Mamma gulped, and I held a breath I didn't even know I was holding. I let go of Mamma's hand and looked at her. She looked at me as tears filled her eyes. "I want what's best baby, I don't want to let you go," she whispered to me.
"Enough!" Mr. Framekin yelled. "Enough! Enough! Enough!" He repeated, giving Mamma a cold stare.
Mamma pursed her lips together as Mr. Framekin whipped her back seven times with the whip. My lower lip trembled as I saw Mamma lie on the ground right next to me. A single tear escaped an eye as she lied there in pain.
"Mamma..." escaped my mouth before I could stop it. Mr. Framkin looked as me twirling the whip in his hands with the rotten, toothy grin.
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Finding Hope: Keeping Faith
Historical FictionA mother and daughter duo get separated in Rochester, New York in the year of 1780. The daughter is on her own at the age of twelve, and she has no idea the plantation that she is going to. Neither does her mother.
