Recently, my high school produced Little Shop of Horrors as our spring musical. And thus, I began speculating about the life of Seymour Krelbourne before we meet him and his parents.....
"Stupid woman!" Slap.
"Erick, that hurt!" Alana Krelbourne held a shaky hand to her cheek, where a large bruise the shade of a rose was beginning to bloom. Her other hand made its way to her stomach, the root of this particular argument.
"It's not my fault!"
Erick Scrivello snorted in distaste. "Of course it's not," he said sarcastically as he raised his hand to strike the cowering woman again.
"Everything's your fault! My wife left 'cause she found out about you! She left with my son! My only son! What kind of man is he going to grow up to be without a father?!" Slap.
Alana desperately tired to defend herself. She ran as fast as she could, which wasn't very fast due to her swollen abdomen, away from her tormentor and ex lover. His large hand shot out and grabbed her ankle. She fell. Clutching her stomach, Alana twisted herself as she fell, maternal instincts kicking in to protect her unborn child.
Her head caught the edge of a table, knocking her out cold. Erick raised an eyebrow at the woman he met two years ago in The Gutter. She was a babe back then, he recalled, and an easy lay. After a little schmoozing, he didn't even have to pay her for her 'services.' Her face bore a mocking resemblance to the girl from that time. Bruises of every shade reminded him of the God-awful makeup she always wore.
He aimed a kick at her head, figuring that way, she would either never wake up, or never remember who he was if she did wake up.
Erick walked out of the apartment he spent the night at every so often. As he strode down the stairs, he heard his ex-wife's tell-tale voice echoing in the distance.
"Orin! You leave that poor cat alone!"
A proud grin stole its way to Erick's face. "That's my boy!"
A few hours later, Alana Krelbourne shakily made her way to the Skid Row orphanage. Two women hurriedly ushered the injured woman in as she began moaning in pain. Alana never saw her baby. Her last breath was spent saying his name after he was born.
"S-Seymour..... Seymour Krelbourne..."
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