A/N: I'm on a writing binge tonight. I don't know why but I feel the need to write since I am in such a good mood. After weeks of waiting and numerous PM's asking, you all FINALLY get your Arnold and Helga story. Please enjoy my twisted dark fantasies. –SensuallyPassionate

Prologue

'Rose'

Inhale…Exhale…

"You ready, Rose?" I gazed at him, watching intently as he licked my exposed thigh and pried my legs open to nestle his nudity in between. I took another long run of my pipe before placing it on the nightstand next to the bottle of Bombay.

"Abraham, is it?" he nodded. "Fuck me senseless, will you?"

"With pleasure, sugar." He swiftly entered me without hesitation, pounding away at my wet heat as my disheveled mane hit the neck of the cheap motel headboard. I screamed profanities and shouted his name like a mantra as he stroked me just right. Every night was a different man but this one…this one right here does my body too good. I met him at the local bar near the university and decided to tempt my way into getting a few drinks for free. I got a couple of shots and a nacho platter in exchange for a quick blowjob in a musty, dirty bathroom and a quick fuck in the backseat of a Chevy. Abraham was the bar owner and noticed how I liked to play; asked if he could tag along and make things a bit more interesting. He exposed a secret stash of cocaine, a few ounces of marijuana, and grabbed a few bottles to get me really gone. Before I knew it, I was sucking the sweat off his ball sack as he downed a shot of tequila to the soulful sounds of 'Lights'.

"You like that, Rose? Do you?"

"Shut the hell up and pull my hair!" He obliged, turning me over to doggy-style. He yanked my ponytail and began his rhythm; my nails digging into the filthy sheets of the mattress as the springs creaked. Y body began to spasm as bright multi-colored lights filled the room, pulling me in all directions. He kept banging me repeatedly until he got his. He wasn't stupid enough to cum inside of me, but instead forced it upon my face. I didn't mind though, been awhile since I wore any expensive jewelry.

I fell back against the bed with a loud thud, panting as he tried to kiss me. I shoved him away and let him know I don't kiss random strangers. Didn't make any sense though; seeing as how I just slept with him. He scoffed, calling me a bitch before getting up to dress. I ignored him, lighting my crack pipe to get even higher. I felt like I was floating on air. I almost didn't hear my phone vibrate in my jacket pocket. It was Doctor Bliss, calling for the seventh fucking time tonight. I forwarded her call and continued smoking. That bitch did not know to take a hint when given one. Helga was not available at the moment so please leave a goddamn message.

I watched Abraham mumble something under his breath before slamming the hotel room door shut behind him. He took his bags of coke and weed with him, making me depressed. But what he didn't know was that I sneaked a little bit from him when he was in the bathroom shaving the thick pubic hairs from his limp dick. I had a good enough amount to last me through the night until Helga woke up and found herself in a shitty motel. I knew she was going to freak out and maybe shit a couple of bricks once she felt her sweet kitty throb in the morning, but she'll get over it. She always does. Lately she has been getting relatively close to that football headed kid she always would pick on in grade school, Arnold, and that was starting to annoy me. They been hanging out together, going to dinner almost every night, spending quality 'bonding' time with one another more than usual to the point where I was getting physically sick. So to nip that in the bud, I began acting out a bit more than usual. Seemed to deter Helga from spending time with Arnold so maybe my little scheme worked. However, I don't like how Arnold is trying to take my place. He needs to recognize that he is secondary. He was not there the nights Helga would find her mother passed out drunk on the kitchen floor laying in her own vomit, or when Helga would find her father being a bit too friendly with Olga and the next door neighbor's daughter, Ashley. He wasn't there the times Big Bob would break out his leather belt and bear Helga senseless until she passed out, nor was he there when she would watch and hear the nights where her mother was tossed around like a useless rag doll and held down to only be raped and videotaped. No Arnold was not there, I was, and I am going to need Helga to remember that before she really pisses me off.

I lit up one more round before shuffling my music player. I allowed Gerald to add a few songs to my playlist because I was low on time and as much as I despised the genre of music he cared for, there were a few that I really could nod my head off to. I turned the volume up and allowed myself to be swept off. Doctor Bliss would have to wait until morning.

I don't trust these bitches…they might catch me slippin'