It was an ice cold day with temperatures well underneath zero in all parts of majestical city of New York. A light fluffy snow began to drop from the sky and landed almost as it placed there by a mother’s hand. Despite the falling temperatures hearts were still ablaze bursting of love and stomachs jam-packed with chocolate. The bustling city sang the words of love in numerous languages. Rose pedals all over the floors and beds for couples who like to do the dirty deed in the dark. Some wine tasting and a hearty dinner for the older people of the City spending their day reliving former Valentine days with their Amor. Three years ago this is how life was precisely for Frank. It was just what the doctor ordered and full of Amor. It was the day he met his Amor in the 3rd isle of the supermarket. The fishy fragrance crammed the air as both Frank and Frankie were looking for good poultry. When he and her poultry touched for the first time the link was made. Life had not always been this spectacular for Frank. Back in the day as a student Frank was a nerd who did not have the greatest adolescence life ever; in fact it was filled with books and bullies. Frank had hair parted to the right, thick black rimmed glasses and wore overalls which helped him fulfill the Steve Urkel look; he was his hero after all. His scrawny structure and high pitched voice made him an easy target for his tormentors, which were basically the jocks of the school. Even worse his brother Freddy was a superstar on the lacrosse and football teams always traveling with the teams. In addition to his sports Freddy got all the “sizzling babes” as he called them. Freddy and Frank never got along all too well.The prom was the day everything changed for Frank and Freddy’s relationship. Although Frank was green-eyed and upset with Freddy for being so good, Frank loved Freddy because he was his brother. But prom made him hate Freddy. Freddy, already had four prom dates prepared all in the house waiting for him. Frank, had a friend he had met in math class who he was very close too. She was very nice to Frank and her name was Victoria. When Frank asked her to the prom she could not say yes fast enough. But she had ulterior motives. Victoria loved Freddy and when she came to Frank’s home for prom, looking outrageously stunning, Freddy immediately made his move. Frank found them in the closet, which was overflowing with various board games and food, together where Freddy’s smooth jet black hair was ruffled, his flawlessly ironed tie was undone and his neck had various lipstick marks. Victoria’s hair which was up in a symmetrical bun was now down laying at her side and was all over the place, her scarlet lipstick was now only found on Freddy’s neck and her eyes looked like she had seen a ghost when Frank opened the door. She then shut the door, and Frank ran up to his room and cried.But three years after everything changed and Frank finally felt sure about himself. It was Valentines Day and Frank had met Frankie in the Poultry isle. They went out to dinner after eating and retired back to Frank’s place where she laid comfortably on his chest and shortly fell asleep from listing to the synchronized sound of Frank’s heartbeat. Her joyful personality, sparkling blue eyes and silky blonde hair is what drew him to her. Frank never had felt so merry in his life and knew from that moment on he was in love with Frankie.But this Valentines Day was unlike any other. At least for Frank. Today was Frank’s worst day hitherto. In fact it was so bad he decided to liquefy all of the chocolate he had bought for Frankie, his one love. He wished that he could do that to his own heart. Frankie, who Frank was planning to propose to that day, left him the day before last for another man. It was Frank’s brother, Freddy. Frank had never been so betrayed. He never thought in his lifetime that he would be cheated on again by another woman. He was everlastingly destroyed. How could she love him? She does not know how much of a womanizer he is? He will break her heart! His rage and a spur of a moment thought made him do the unthinkable. He decided to go home that evening and go to his mama who always told him he was special. She attentively listened to his rants but without much interest, because herself and her husband had their own Valentines Day plan and were being severely interrupted. Frank’s father entered the room halfway though his displeasing story and called him a little twit and a cry baby and he should pick himself and get back out there. His father was a rough man with a jagged personality and often talked before he thought. Also he always dreamed that Frank would be like his brother Freddy, Frank never lived up those expectations of his father. This is why he liked Freddy better, Freddy always lifted and got all the girls and was a better athlete. Frank got good grades and got hung to flagpoles by his tidy wideys and taped to the Football team’s field goal posts. Frank’s mother then decided that if Frank pleased he could spend the night there because it was below zero and the visibility was dramatically awful on the roads. Frank’s father though was very upset with this offer because he had a very romantic evening planned with his wife, there were rose pedals leading up the stairs.When Frank went to bed his mother and father went to bed, to play, from what Frank was told candy land. It had been a while since he had been in the house and he started to hear cheers from their bedroom so he ventured up the stairs and tripped over a pot filled with soil which made a loud crash on the floor. His father then came out of his room with a bat with full intention of ridding his house of this intruder. Since it was dark he took a swing and landed the hit right into the abdomen of his son. His son flew back and his father took another shot hitting him in the knee and he rolled down the stairs, as he rolled he went through the staircase railing and landed with a thump onto the coffee table breaking it. Frank, in much pain and multiple contusions from his fathers bat, moaned and attempted to get up but then was hit with a flying object, and another one, and another one. Frank then stumbled, both knees in pain and his legs scarred and profusely bleeding from the broken coffee tables glass fell out the door. In fear of being more severely injured Frank’s adrenaline gave him enough energy to sprint like a jack rabbit out into the street. The father, believing the intruder was gone went back to his room to play candy land. His son ran out into the street to fast, did not look both ways and then was smacked by a garbage truck.
