I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO HEY ARNOLD OR ANY OF THEIR CHARACTERS. CRAIG BARTLETT OWNS THE RIGHTS BUT I OWN THE STORY.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is just the first chapter of my story. I am happy to receive any help, thoughts and suggestions. So feel free to contact me. And thanks for reading.

Chapter 1

"Dear diary,

Today was an exciting day. Phoebe, Gerald, Arnold and I had a great time. I am so glad that I stopped being so mean to them. But I don't know how much longer I can keep this secret from Arnold. I'm so in love with him but too scared to tell him. I don't know what to do at this point. Oh, where do I begin! I love his green eyes. I love the way they look with so much passion and love. It makes me want to bring him up to my room and have my way with him. Maybe one day I can tell him my feeling. Well until then…."

Helga laid back and starting daydreaming about all the possibilities with Arnold until her phone begins ringing. It was Arnold.

"Hey Football Head, what's up", she giggled knowing that he hated when she called him that.

"Why must you still call me Football Head Helga? Anyway I wanted to know if you wanted to go to the beach in a few weeks. It will be me, you, Phoebe and Gerald. My grandparents will be renting a house on the beach", He said sounding so excited.

Helga was in deep thought now. She always wanted to walk on the beach with Arnold by her side.

"Hello? Helga, are you still there?"

"Oh, yea I'm still here. Yes I would love to go the beach with you and…."

"OLGA! OLGA! Get your ass down here now missy", Yelled this loud deep voice.

"It's Helga dad! H.E.L.G.A. Helga! Hey Arnold let me go see want my dad wants. Can I call you back?"

"Sure, I need to call the other any way so I'll talk to you soon", he said as he hung up.

"Ugh what the hell does he want now."

She goes down stairs and she is in shock. There were holes the size of fist in the walls. She already knew what caused this. She tried to run back upstairs where she would be safe but he already grabbed her arm.

"Bob, let me go! Your drunk again", she yells as she tries to fight her way out of his grasp.

"How many fucking times have I told you to never correct me and call me dad! Huh Olga! CAN YOU FUCKING HERE ME", Bob yelled and shook Helga.

She knew that trying to talk to him will lead to something more serious and she kept her mouth shut. Since he didn't like being ignored he pushes Helga hard into the steps.

"Aaah, I fucking hate you Bob", she screams and kicks him in the nose and runs for her life up to her room and barricade herself in her room.

"Fucking little bitch! You broke my fucking nose! You pack your shit and get your ass outta my house! I want you gone before I get back. MIRIAM! Get up and drive me to the hospital now", he screamed.

Helga couldn't move not until she heard the door slam shut and the car start. Once gone, she begins packing everything that she can carry with her. She packs all her clothes in one big suitcase. Her shoes and diary into a medium size one when other items when into a smaller bag or hear backpack. She was ready to go with her cell phone in her hand. Before heading for the door, she takes about $300 from Bob's wallet to keep her phone on. She ran about 3 blocks before she felt like she was safe from Big Bob. She had nowhere to go and nowhere to go. Phoebe and her parents they would ask too many questions. Gerald's house is already full. Arnold. Maybe there was room for her at the boarding house.

She called Arnold to tell him that she was on her way to his house and that she would explain to him everything once she got there.

Her mind was running a mile a minute and her heart was full of fear. She knew that she wasn't safe until she got to Arnold's place. She wished this wasn't happening to her and she began to cry. She knew her parents didn't love her and she resented them for it. They wanted her to be like Olga. Precious Olga could do no wrong and they loved her no more what she did. They hated everything I did. Never even came to see me play on the school's volleyball and softball team. She being to cry even more at that thought. She was almost at Arnold's house and she just couldn't compose herself. She was already there and knocking on the door. Arnold answered the door and ran up to her.

"Helga, are you ok? Omg! Are you hurt? Give me your bags", Arnold didn't know what was going on with Helga. She really didn't talk to them about her problems at her house but he was determined to get it out of her before they went to bed that night.

"Here Helga, I made you some tea and brought you some tissues. But before we talk about anything else, you got to trust me and tell me what happened to you."

He was really concerned about his friend and wanted to make sure she didn't get hurt. Her breathing becomes shallow like she is having a panic attack but she calms down to tell Arnold about what happened.

"Well Arnold, were do I begin….