A real war going on

Chapter 1

Helga's POV

All you believe in for was gone. Family, house, cars, friends, school, animals, your personal life and all your belongings. Stuff happened. More like, a World War III happened. To be sincere, I wanted a change in my life. Just not like this. Let me tell you where do I begin, before you change the channel.

First off, my own breakdown happened. So it was a blow to the face when Arnold was gone to do his crappy football headed bussiness to San Lorenzo to find his parents after graduating high school and without even saying a fucking goodbye. He was my boyfriend for crying out loud! You wonder how he could do that!

He received that information about his mom and dad so he just went like a zombie to an airplane taking only a suitcase in his hand, then left.

Ok I was not her reeeal girlfriend. I lied. We were just hanging out. Sleeping together at the same house, that lovely and crouded Boarding House. Friends with benefits. It was just oh so good to be around him. It was intoxicating. His vanilla scents, his hardness, our bodies pressed together. An embrace here and there. A kiss here and there. My soaked panties here and there (on the laundry bin). Me trying to control myself not to be a puddle all the time... and he would let me. Enter his life. Why? That bold kid and his kindness. Gosh even sometimes I woke up naked alongside him in his amazing bedroom and I even thought I was really married to the guy! I would sleep just thinking of the possibilities...

But when he left, I felt like heartbroken. I would cry in his bed all day and wake up without having the slightiest strenght to get up. His own grandparent Phil would shake his head saddened to see me like that, without a word. Less than mutter a "You can have his room".

I would have conversations with them regarding I should move on with my life and they would tell me if he was back Gertie would force him to marry me by gunshot on his temple. As simple as that. I would crack a laugh and continue waiting.

Why was at the Boarding House first you ask? Because my parents giving me the stupidiest conversation and blabla and that I was not like Olga and meanwhile my mom passes out and my dad takes the newspaper and starts reading. That's why. Because they don't even fucking care. Bob's bussiness should fall and I should be more like Olga. Mom would get liver cancer and I should be more like Olga. The world would implode, and I should be more like Olga. I shrugged my shoulders, took a bag with my stuff and left. Arnold gave me his key to his house in case I had had enough of this shit.

Second and most importantly. World war III. Because I didn't suffered enough thank you very much. One day we gathered together at the Boarding House watching a movie like always. Twas a Sunday morning. Suddenly, movie was cut and the news broke in. The TV was showing some alarming and weird alliance of the Islam movement with the Russians, the Germans, and the French to finnally beat the US Army. But we thought that was another movie trailer or maybe a joke.

They actually invaded the US and they actually... won. Why? Don't ask ME why. Ask the goverment selling our rights and souls to the devil. Everything was destroyed. Literally? No. Actually, Hillwood Texas was one of the first cities to be wiped out of the map. The Boarding House, the PS118, Bob and Miriam's home, Slausens, Chez Paris, Gerald field, the old FTi building. And the list keeps getting interesting.

And just when it was my first time getting out to breath some air, I heard an explosion. Not one but many. The Boarding House getting blown up by a missile and start breaking apart. I could hear some actual screaming but I was frozen solid when I saw that. My beloved's own house.

"No...". I whispered.

They were all gone. Reports of Phil and Gertie actually holding hands together after the building crumbling and collapsing and some paparazzis taking a picture at the hands joined together was too much for me. I cried. I kicked. I screamed like a nutjob. My eyes got red and my vision was blurred I could barely see and walk at the same time. My heart was destroyed. Every single piece. Nobody would care.

The President was captured and killed by sword. Chaos reigned here and there. Police and US soldiers united, but eventually the streets full of cops running in groups were replaced with angry arabs mumbling unintelligible words and taking out their weapons to the unnacustomed bystanders. Russians guarded the National Bank and the Federal Reserve. The US Constitution was replaced with a muslim Coran. Flags were replaced with Germans. Supplies were running short. Nobody would help a just recently invaded country.

And I was homeless and had three days eating whatever I found in the trash.

That's when they caught me. The arabs. They blindfolded me, they handcuffed me, and took me to an abandoned building just to rot there or simply to sell me.

It was a common thing. I was a war prisoner, a slave. They would trade me for money even thought they've found me fresh in the streets that same day. I waited.

Arnold. I waited for you 5 long years. I can wait for you to be the goody two shoes you are and save me.