Chapter Two: A Ruined Encounter!
Hope everyone enjoyed chapter two. By the way, points to anyone who can tell why I named the story Rebuild a Foundation. It's actually pretty easy.
In this chapter, Miriam reunites with her husband and two daughters'. However, Helga is none too pleased.
The rating has not changed. Also, I completely forgot to do a disclaimer, so, here it goes: I do not own Hey Arnold, or any of the characters in the show.
"What the hell is SHE doing here?" Helga's voice was filled with such venom, even Bob winced at the sound of it.
Olga stood up to try and calm the furious Helga.
"Helga, sweetie, I think it would be best if you sat…."
"No! I want to know what the hell she's doing here!" She jabbed a finger in the direction of Miriam. Helga suddenly wished that her finger was a knife, or that a powerful gust of wind would shoot out and blast Miriam into the other side of town.
Miriam sighed, and stood up herself, still clutching her purse.
"Helga, I've…I've come to live with you, Olga and your father again. I've realized I made a terrible mistake, leaving you girls like at, and when you were so young. I've come to rebuild our relationship Helga.
Helga's bright blue eyes nearly popped out of her skull.
"A terrible mistake? Rebuild our relationship? Are you freaking KIDDING me?! You walked out on us! You left without so much as an explanation or a goodbye, and now you think you can just come back here, like nothing happened? Like everything is ok? What the hell gives you the right, Miriam?!"
"Helga!" Bob said sharply, eyeing his youngest. Helga looked at Miriam with disgust and hatred.
Finally, she grabbed her bag and her coat.
"Fuck this shit!" She hissed, "I'm leaving!"
Ignoring her father's shouts, Helga slammed the front door and left.
"Well, that could have gone better," Bob said, now looking at the front door. Miriam placed a hand on his shoulder, wearing a sad smile.
"Did you really expect it to go any other way, B?"
Olga moved to grab her own coat, and car keys.
"I'll go after her." Miriam held up her hand.
"No. She needs to be alone. She just…needs some time."
Both Bob and Olga looked at her. Too bad it wasn't going to take more than time for Helga to even consider forgiving Miriam.
Helga walked down the street, a lit cigarette in her mouth. She was fuming; so many emotions were running through her mind: anger, bitterness, hatred, resentment, surprise, and hesitation. They jumped around her mind, so fierce were they that the poor girl felt a headache coming on.
She kept walking. She didn't know where she was going, but she didn't care. All she wanted to do was get as far away from that house, and Miriam, as possible, or at the very least, until her legs gave way.
'How dare Miriam,' Helga thought, 'How dare she?!'
Ten years ago, Miriam had left her two children and Bob. There was no note, no goodbye, no explanation, nothing that said where she was going, or what she was doing. She just left.
Bob and Olga did their best to live life normally, but Helga was shattered. Watching young girls her age (at the time) with their mother's sent Helga into a bout of depression. Sure, Miriam was never really there for Helga even when she was around, but Helga often wondered if her mom ever gave a shit. If she ever spent five minutes to actually care.
And now, Miriam was back, intent on reestablishing a relationship with her children, especially Helga.
That was what infuriated Helga, more than anything. To her, it would have been much better if her mother had stayed done. Just dropped all contact, and never had anything to do with her husband and children ever again.
You don't decide that you no longer want to be a parent, and then come back ten years later, acting as if everything is ok.
Bob and Olga may forgive Miriam, but Helga never would. She would make sure Miriam saw that.
And if Helga telling Miriam in every sense of the world to go fuck herself would make that wretched woman leave, Helga would do it.
So, Helga obviously feels a lot of anger toward her mother. Who can blame her? If one of my parents left me with so much as a goodbye, or even an explanation, I'd probably wouldn't be too keen on giving them a second chance either.