Author Note: I'm sorry it's been so long but with work/school/wedding planning and etc I've been super busy. In the fall my schedule will calm down and I'll update more frequently. If you can bare with me till then I will finish all my fanfictions, including this one "Damaged" and "Dead and the hopeless" I'm so sorry it's been so long.
When Arnold woke up he heard the music floating down the hall, it took him a minute to remember there was no a guest living with him, Helga. He climbed out of his bed and glanced at the clock, it was six thirty in the morning. He pulled on his black dress pants and a black long sleeved button up shirt. He moved silently down the hall to where the music was softly playing, a slow, dark song. Her door was open just the slightest bit and he raised his hand to knock, then he saw her.
She was sitting on the end of the bed, her back was to the door. All she was wearing was a pair of pink panties, she was brushing out her long locks of blonde hair. He froze, he knew he should leave and give her some privacy instead he stood there watching. He could see every notch and curve in her delicate spine, her creamy white skin as smooth as silk, her hips gently rounded.
His mouth was suddenly dry, and he realized his hands were shaking slightly. It was wrong to watch her, an invasion of her privacy and yet he couldn't look away. She set the brush aside and pushed her hair back from her face, it fell to her waist covering her bare back completely. He wanted to know why she chose the life she had, what happened to the brilliant girl he used to know?
He backed away from the door, making sure she didn't hear his steps. When he was safely away he turned and hurried into the kitchen.
Helga sat on her bed, her back to the door. She took a deep breath and turned her head to the door and a tear rolled down her cheek as she looked out the crack Arnold had just looked in.
Arnold made breakfast for the two of them with shaky hands and when she walked into the kitchen fully clothed, visions of bare white flesh still flashed in his mind. He swallowed passed the lump in his throat and put a plate down infront of her. He took a seat beside her.
"I hope everything tastes okay." He said.
"I'm sure it's fine." She replied, her voice holding no emotion.
"Can I ask you something?" He asked.
"Sure." She replied with a heavy sigh.
"What happened? Why are you a prostitute?"He asked.
"I knew that's what you'd ask." She said putting her fork down.
"Come on Helga, we were friends. Tell me." He pushed.
"Maybe I just like having sex."She said bluntly.
"Come on, really." He said.
"Well, I went to college and I went to the wrong party. Let's just say date rape took on a realistic meaning. After that my grades floppedand I didn't have a lot of career options anymore, I lost my house and I had to do something to make money." She said it so easily, like it was no big deal.
"Helga, I'm sorry." He said.
"Dont' cry all over me, okay? Just...don't pity me."The way she said it her voice held a warning.
She stood up before he could say anything and walked away, he watched her go wondering why she was so defensive. Helga had always been a tough girl but this bordered on pure defense. He finished his breakfast alone.
He needed to go to the store and decided to see if Helga needed anything, on his way to her room he heard her talking on a phone and he froze.
"I can't do this, no I just I can't. Please, don't make me do this." She begged the other person on the phone.
He listened, feeling guilty but not being able to stop as she bargained with the person on the phone.
"Okay, fine. Yes." She hung up with a defeated sigh.
"Helga?"He pushed the door full open and she turned to face him.
"What?" She asked.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, just...I'm fine." She said, forcing a smile.
"I'm going to run to the store, do you need anything?"He asked.
"No, I might shower while you're gone. Is that okay?" She asked.
"Of course, I won't be long."
She turned to begin digging in her suitcase and he knew that was his cue to leave. He closed her door behind him and headed out to the store.
He stood in line at the check out and glaced at his watch, he'd been gone thirty minutes. He realized he was counting time away from her and mentally scolded himself. He placed his items on the belt and the cashier smiled at him, flashing pretty white teeth.
"Morning Father." She said cheerily.
"Good morning my child." He pulled out his wallet.
"The total is twenty six, thirty three." She smiled.
"Keep the change." He said handing her thirty bucks.
"Thank you." She popped her gum.
He winced, there was nothing he hated more than a pretty young girl with apalling manners. The kind that popped their gum in public. He grabbed his paper bag and rushed from the store, eager to get back to his guest.
He was crossing the parking lot when he saw a woman waving, he paused and realized she attended his church regularly. He considered walking away but as she drew closer he knew he couldn't do that to a patron. So, he put on a smile as she began to ramble about her granchildren in Iowa and the weather, how terrible the world was and how great his preaching had become.
"You're truly one of the most talented preists." She beamed.
"Thank you, I try my best."
"Oh, no doubt you'll make pope on this track."
"That would be nice one day." He said.
"Well, I best let you go." The eldery woman said.
"It was a pleasure talking to you, may God bless your day."
"and yours father." She said.
He walked back into the building and began searching for Helga. He went into the kitchen first and put his groceries on the table, then he moved down the hall.
"Helga?"He called, his voice echoing and getting no reply.
He pushed open her bedroom door and found her room empty and he frowned wondering where she could be. Heading back down the hall he passed the bathroom, he noticed the door was slightly open. Steam came from the opening and it was then he heard the running shower. He froze outside the door, knowing he should walk away now. He took a deep breath and against his better judgement nudged the door open a little further. Behind the white curtain and through the steam he could see a perfect hourglass silloutte.
His mouth suddenly went dry and he felt as if he'd been kicked in the stomach, she was beautiful. He backed away on shaky legs until his back pressed against the concrete wall on the opposite side of the door. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, listening to the water pouring over her body and trying not to imagine what that image would look like. He heard her sigh softly in contentmant and he let out a strangled moan. This was torture, God was torturing him.
He heard the shower shut off and with effort pushed to his feet moving slightly away from the door. She slid the curtain back and before he could glimpse her creamy white flesh he turned away and forced himself down the hall. He moved into the church, surrounded by crucifixes and angels he fell to his knees at the alter and prayed harder than a dying man, that God would give him strength.
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