Ok so I've been playing with this idea in my head for a while and couldn't figure out how to begin it so here is my attempt. Anyways the drift is that Helga is abused at home, then she is at a party one night and Arnold gets drunk and they end up sleeping together but he doesn't remember and then….well I don't want to say much more, I know this storyline is probably pretty over written but I have some good ideas for it so give it a chance.

Disclaimer: Don't own "Hey Arnold" or this story line really, mostly got the idea from other more creative writers then me

Helga awoke to a cloudy and dark morning. She groaned and rolled over not wanting to get up and face another day. The reason? Well to put it bluntly life SUCKED! Helga was now 16 and don't get me wrong something's had changed for the better in her life but mostly they had gotten worse. Her family to start off with was terrible, her mom was a raging alcoholic and her dad was a workaholic, but not only that but her dad as well had started to drink.

The first time he had slapped her she was stunned and he had apologized over and over so she brushed it off not really thinking about it. The second and third time however Bob had left bruises on her arms and legs. She had seen a few people stare at school but no one said anything. Since then Helga had learned to wear long sleeved shirts or sweaters.

However a good change since she had been 9 years old was the fact that her and Arnold had grown closer, although her temper still got the best of her sometimes and she snapped at him, insulting him in the same way she had done since preschool. Over all though they had become good friends. Arnold always seemed to be around when she needed him the most. Which was a lot, since she was even more in love with him, secretly, then ever. She had thought her love for him would eventually fade but the more they hung out, the more she got to know him and the more she fell deeper and deeper. She worried sometimes that it was too much, but at least she had thrown out her disgusting shrines to him back when she was 11.

Helga sighed and decided it was time to get up if she didn't want to be late for school. She quickly hopped in the shower to try and wake herself up and then went to her closet to pick out her clothes for the day. She no longer had one eyebrow and wore her plain pink dress she always wore. In fact she had a killer body and luscious long blonde hair. She didn't know this though, she still thought of herself as the plain Jane back in elementary.

She quickly pulled on some tight fitting jeans and a dark purple tank top then pulling her hoodie over top of it all. She ran down the stairs trying to creep out of the house before her mom or dad saw her, luckily Marium was passed out on the couch as usual.

"OLGA!" She heard Bob yell. 'Shit, I spoke to soon.'

Helga started to shake slightly as she entered the kitchen where she had heard the scream come from.

Bob was standing looking at the kitchen sink piled full of dirty dishes.

"Olga what are all these dishes doing here? Didn't I tell you to do them last night?" He glared at her.

"W…Well..yeah. I honestly forgot though, I was up till midnight working on my English paper." She stammered.

"That's no excuse! I can't believe I have to put up with such a filthy failure like you," and with that he backhanded her across the face.

Helga held her burning check and quickly ran out of the kitchen. She grabbed her school bag and her jacket and ran out the front door hearing Bob still yelling at her as she ran. She knew when he was in one of his moods though the best thing to do was to just get out of there.

She ran all the way to the school and didn't stop till she was at her locker. Quickly shoving her books in she ran back out to the track field behind the school. This was one of the few good things that she actually enjoyed in her life now. She had joined the track team in grade seven and had stuck to it finding that it was the best way to deal with the rest of the crap in her life.

So she quickly stretched and started down the track a slow jog at first as she tried to clear her mind. She hated her family so much, she hated everything about them. Why was she stuck with them? She growled and started to pick up the pace. Why did she have to avoid going home as long as possible every day after school, why couldn't she be like other kids and get tucked in by their parents every night and go on family vacations. More importantly why couldn't she work up the nerve to ask Arnold on a date and tell him what was going on in her life, let someone else in and not take all of this on her own. She was full out running now, tears of anger streaming down her face.

She needed to run faster though, leave everything behind. She didn't want to face this life anymore, just wanted to keep running and running till she was away from this all. So she kept running.

When she finally stopped her chest was ready to explode, she was heaving in deep shallow breaths. The pain in her side killing her. She didn't care though it was nothing compared to the pain in her heart.

"What are you running from?"

Helga spun around knowing already who had said it. There he was, the boy of her dreams, Arnold. He stood behind her with a look of concern on his face. He was dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt, not even seeming to notice it was cold out and so he probably should have had a jacket on. His biceps and six pack he had required didn't go unnoticed by Helga either or probably any of the other girls in the school.

Helga quickly snapped out of her thoughts as she realized she had been looking him up and down.

"what do you mean? I'm not running from anything." She snarled back at him.

"Seems to me like you were running from something." He continued to stare at her his brow furrowed.

"Look Arnold, I don't need your help, I never have I never will. So why don't you just mind your own business!" she yelled at him.

He continued to stare at her though his eyes melting hers. His eyes were so soft. He swallowed

"Helga why is there a welt on your face? Did….did someone hit you?" He asked quietly.

Helga subconsciously put a hand to her face feeling the warmth where her dad had backhanded her this morning.

"N..nothing."

He continued to look at her raising his hand to her face slowly he touched the welt. Helga shuddered from his warm touch but Arnold misinterpreted it and jerked his hand away. He sighed.

"So….you going to Rhonda's party tonight?" He asked trying to change the subject.

She nodded. "yeah, are you?"

"yeah he replied. Hey….were you crying?" He asked now looking at her still wet face.

She once again put her hand to her face and wiped her streaked cheeks.

"No, just the rain." She said easily, she was so used to making up these lies.

Arnold once again raised his hand to her face, this time he brought his thumb up to just below her eye wiping away a tear just under it that she had missed.

"You know Helga…if there's something you want to talk about. I would listen you know…I mean…I….would protect you." He whispered now.

Helga almost fainted at the last part. 'why is he being so….great…..I mean he's always great…but could he possibly….feel the same….NO….stop it Helga you're not good enough or pretty enough for Arnold.

She shook her head ridding herself of her thoughts and grabbed Arnold's hand which was for some reason, still resting on her cheek.

"Let's go to class Arnoldo." She exclaimed exasperated.

Arnold just sighed and replied. "Whatever you say Helga."

what do you think? Do you like it so far? Next chapter will be the party. Not sure if I'm actualy going to put the sex scene in that much detail though, what do you guys want? Please review and let me know. Thanks everyone