A/N: My cousin and I wrote this about a year ago. She lives in another country, so we would send each other parts of the story via email and finally, piece them together once we were done. It's not perfect. In fact, it has tons of grammatical mistakes. However, I refuse to edit them out for sentimental purposes. English is not my cousin's native language and I was lazily writing at the time. This story is purely for entertainment and we have decided to share it with you. Anyway, we hope you enjoy it. Criticisms are welcomed. Flames will be ignored. (:
TITLE: I WON'T GO HOME WITHOUT YOU ( COME HOME HELGA )
Summary: Helga is killed in a brutal murder leaving her husband and son behind. What happens when her soul is unable to rest and refuses to leave them? Will Arnold help her move on and see the light or will he hold on to her unwilling to live life, without her?
DISCLAIMER: WE DO NOT OWN HEY ARNOLD!
PROLOGUE
Arnold's eyes fluttered open as sunlight danced gently across his face. He rubbed his eyes and let out a sleepy yawn and found his movements slightly restricted. He felt a warm sensation pressing against his body. It was his wife, who had her arms wrapped around him protectively. He smiled and kissed her forehead causing her to stir.
"Good morning gorgeous."
"Mmff. Arnooollld. Five more minutes please."
Arnold pouted and tugged the sheets to get her attention, however as if on cue; a muffled cry could be heard from the next room. He shook his head and smiled as he untangled himself from Helga and slid off the bed. He groggily entered a nursery and stood over a blue crib.
"Hey there little guy. Don't cry. Daddy's here. Aww, what's wrong? Are you hungry?" cooed Arnold as he picked up a small crying infant and kissed his cheek. "Let's go see mommy."
Helga was sitting in front of her dresser, brushing her golden locks when her husband and their baby entered the room.
"Hey! How are my two favourite boys doing this morning?"
"Hey mommy! Our little man needs breakfast." Arnold chuckled as he plopped on the edge of the bed, placing their son comfortably on his lap. "Alex is hungry." Arnold stated as he patted Alex's belly. Helga giggled as she took their son into her arms.
"My little sweetie is hungry is he? Well then, let's fatten you up." Helga pulled nightgown down to reveal a succulent breast and proceeded to feed their baby. "Oh Arnold. Don't just sit there. Go take a shower!"
Arnold stared lovingly at his soulmate feeding their son in awe. He grinned goofily and nodded before heading to the bathroom for his shower.
"Your daddy is such a silly."
While Helga was feeding Alex, she traced over his little features with her finger. She loved him so much. Her little Arnold. His tiny fingers gripped her pinky finger as she sang him a soft lullaby. Her son had vibrant blonde hair with cerulean orbs that reflected her own. Like his father, he inherited his oblong shaped head. To her dismay, she had suffered the same agony as her mother-in-law; Stella did giving birth to Arnold. Helga recalled childbirth to be the most painful experience she ever endured. She almost gave up several times but thanks to her husband's encouragement, they pulled through. Even after childbirth, her suffering sustained. She was incapable of walking for weeks. She'd gone through hell and back and for a son and it was worth it.
'Argh! This surely must be karma for me constantly calling you a football head! YOU STUPID FOOTBALL HEAD! I HATE YOU FOR DOING THIS TO ME!' She shrieked.
Helga laughed at the memory as she laid Alex down, who sprawled on their bed in deep slumber. Meanwhile, Arnold hummed happily in the shower. He squeezed some gel out of the tube of shampoo and coated his hair with the substance when the bathroom door swung open. Arnold lathered his hair while Helga brushed her teeth.
"Care to join me angel?"
"Not today Arnold. My head is throbbing."
"C'mon Helga. You know you want me."
"Oh how could I be able to resist you Arnoldo?"
Arnold stepped out of the shower, dripping wet. He hugged Helga from the back as she examined her eyes in the mirror. She looked tired and dreary.
"You're beautiful Helga."
"No I'm not. Look at me. I'm a mess."
"I think you're absolutely perfect." He said sincerely and he started kissing his wife's neck and shoulder.
"Really?"
"Of course Helga. You're the love of my life. What would I do without you?"
Hot tears rimmed her eyes as Helga turned around and faced Arnold. "I love you." She whispered and captured his lips with her own. Arnold snaked his arms around her waist and as they kissed passionately. And soon they did what married couples do. (A/N: Oh Aura! You just had to go there didn't you? XD)
Arnold had everything a man could want. A good job, loving parents, a perfect wife (in his eyes she certainly was) and a son he could raise with her. His life is absolutely perfect.
Little did he know fate would not be on his side.
A dark figure laid on the floor with pictures scattered everywhere.
"I can't believe she did this to me. She left me for someone else. I loved her so much. How could she?" The figure roared.
The photos revealed to be Helga. All of them were of her. There was one of her at the beach wearing a black flirty bikini with pink lace. Another was her wedding photo of Arnold and her. Although, you couldn't tell it was him in the photograph as his face was viciously scratched at beyond recognition. The figure felt around, picking up random photo. It was Helga cradling her newborn baby. Her hair was mangled and she looked hot and sweaty. She looked anything but glamorous. The baby resembled him. The man she vowed to spend her life with. Anger boiled within as the shadow ripped the picture to shreds. "If I can't have you, no one else can. I swear I will have my revenge."
A/N: A very short prologue. A murder takes place in the next chapter. If you're a softie, take out your Kleenex boxes. You're going to need them. This story is already completed. Please review so we know you are interested and can update for you. It gets better as the story progresses! Thank you for reading! Aurora and Janine out (:
