Hello everyone! I just want to thank everyone for the great reviews and for adding me to your favorites. I know this update took a while I apologize I'm in college so I've been swamped with studying. Which is probably what I should be doing now but I had to add another chapter to my patiently waiting fans. So without further ado, on to chapter 2.
Oh this chapter is dedicated to Hikory and I hope it answers all your questions;)
Disclaimer: as usual don't own anything
It was the night of Rhonda's party and Helga was in her room getting ready. Flipping through her closet to try to find a suitable outfit.
The one reason why she actually liked going to these parties was to dress up. I know you would never think Helga of all people would WANT to dress up. It wasn't the actual dress up part though, more of the fact that when Arnold would pick her up with Gerald and Phoebe so they could all go to the party together, something would pass between them. A moment, of some sort and Helga lived for moments like that.
She sighed. 'I know I'm probably imagining it all, but if that's all I'm ever going to get from my beloved…." She stopped looking through her closet and put her head down. A tiny tear escaped before she quickly wiped it away.
She took a deep breath then went to the very back her closet finding a lilac strapless dress that Olga had given to her at Christmas. She looked it up and down and then quickly threw it over her head, adjusting herself slightly she turned and looked at her full length mirror.
Her mouth fell open slightly as she gazed at herself. The dress made her look beautiful. Just the right amount of cleavage and it came to just above her knees. She smiled to herself before quickly putting on a touch of eye shadow, mascara and lip gloss. She then found a strappy white pair of comfortable shoes and twirled once more in the mirror.
She heard a knock at the door downstairs and quickly went to grab it before Bob could.
"Hello Mr. Pataki is Helga here?" Helga heard Arnold ask but his voice sounded strained, like it was taking all his effort to be nice. "Hmm….wonder what that's about?' she thought to herself.
She finished walking down the stairs and stood a little ways away from Arnold now. Bob looked at her and scowled then walked off into the living room.
Arnold's jaw dropped when he finally saw Helga. 'Oh my god, she is so beautiful…wait…what?' he thought to himself. 'Oh, I can't deny it she's turned into such a hottie!' He smiled to himself.
"Wow Helga you look…absolutely amazing."
Helga blushed and grinned widely.
"Thanks Arnold, you don't look so bad yourself" she said as she looked him up and down. He was wearing a pair of khaki pants and a tight black shirt that showed off his broad and toned upper body.
He smiled back at her. "I know, I'll be fighting the girls off with a stick tonight." He joked as he grabbed her hand. "Let's get going."
She laughed and followed him out the door not even bothering to tell Bob or Mariam where she was going. Her dad didn't give a shit and her mom was probably passed out somewhere anyways.
As they walked in a comfortable silence Helga started to think back like she often did to her parents and when it all went wrong. She couldn't pin point an exact time though. Her mom just kept drinker more and more of her smoothies, till Helga practically never saw her mom not passed out. No matter what time of day or night it was, her mom could be found with empty smoothie glasses around her and passed out on the floor, table, chair, toilet, wherever she fell. Helga, not even Phoebe.
This is when Helga started to notice her dad spending longer hours at the beeper emporium, or so he said that's where he was. A late night talk with Olga on the phone one night, and Olga let it slip that Bob was screwing around with his secretary. Helga didn't really care either way, she didn't feel bad for her mother. Maybe she should have paid more attention to her husband.
However, once Bob's secretary had a change of heart (as she was married as well) and ended up ending it with Bob, he seemed to snap, and that was the first night it happened. Bob had hit her and Helga had gone numb. That's when Helga wanted to escape. She never did tell anyone about that night or any other night for that matter. She knew people could see the bruises and scratches and perhaps the pain in her eyes, but they never dared ask.
Arnold was now the only thing that held her together. At that lowest point of her life, Arnold seemed to sense that she needed him more than ever at that moment. He was the one person that wouldn't listen to her "no coming to my house" rule, and so would show up unexpected all the time. Sometimes, right before a violent outburst from Bob directed at Helga was about to happen. Helga knew Arnold would see the fear in her eyes on some of those occations but he wouldn't say anything he would just grab her hand and they would go walk in the park or head to his house and watch a movie, acting like nothing happened.
Arnold walked with Helga's hand in his. It wasn't weird it was just something they did. After all she was his best friend. 'Yeah friends Arnold, get it through your head, that's all you'll ever be to her.' He sighed to himself. He had started having feelings for Helga for a while now but chose not to go any further with it as he knew that confronting her about it could ruin their friendship. He knew that she needed him now more than ever. He winced slightly as he looked over at her bare shoulders seeing the bruises. Oh yes, he knew that Bob was the one doing this to his sweet angel, but what was him, just a teenager to do. All he could hope was that when they graduated high school she could finally get away from that jerk.
"your being awfully quite Helga" Arnold noticed as they neared Rhonda's house.
She lifted her head and looked at him smiling something. "Sorry Arnold, just caught up in thought again. So you ready for this party?" She inquired, knowing Arnold wasn't too fond of Rhonda's party due to the fact that there was always a lot of alcohol. This was Helga's favorite part though, and she knew for the most part that Arnold was there to keep an eye on her.
Arnold laughed "Ready as I'll ever be. It will be just as fun as the other one's she's had I'm sure. People getting smashed and making fools of themselves." He laughed again.
"Are you saying I make a fool of myself?"
"No…not you….that dance on the table top last month wasn't foolish at all" he broke out into fits of laughter now as Helga punched him playfully in the arm laughing herself.
They arrived at the door of Rhonda's house and knocked loudly already hearing the sound of loud music in the background.
The door opened to Rhonda smiling down.
"Hey guys, what's up? Come on in." she exclaimed happily.
They stepped into all of their friends since grade school, dancing, laughing and drinking, just having a good time. Helga smiled, she loved this. 'Time to forget.' She thought to herself and let go of Arnold's hand to immediately go get herself a drink.
She chose to start fast tonight and mixed herself a Rye and coke. Arnold came up behind her as usual. He was practically attached to her hips at these parties. Usually she would swoon and revel in this fact but tonight she just wanted to drink. So she scowled as she finished the drink in one swallow and started mixing two more.
"Helga, what are you doing? Take it easy, we just got here." Arnold looked at her worriedly.
Helga looked at him seeing the worry which made her more angry though.
"Chill football head, I'm mixing one of these for you."
Arnold took a step back at this. "No Helga, you know I don't drink."
"Exactly, and you are always following me around like a puppy at these things and I can't handle that tonight, one drink isn't going to kill you Arnold."
Arnold stared at her determined look and shrugged. "Fine, one drink Helga and I'm still sticking close to you tonight so just deal with it.
Helga sighed at this and just pushed the drink into hands walking onto the dance floor. She loved to dance too, it seemed like another way to let go of the pain being caused by her parents and holding her love in for Arnold for too long was causing her.
Arnold watched Helga dancing taking a sip of the drink she had given him. Oh my, it wasn't actually that bad, he thought to himself. He continued to watch Helga dance memorized as she danced so gracefully, watching her body sway back and forth, her hips twisting and dancing so sensually. He grunted slightly he needed to stop thinking like that or people were going to start to notice that he was getting turned on. He splashed back his drink and headed for another.
Another hour of dancing and drinking double and triple rye and cokes later Helga was feeling great. She had a nice buzz that was making her completely numb sweeping through her body. She stopped dancing and looked around at her drunken friends around her.
Phoebe was hanging off Gerald as usual, they seemed to barely speak now, they were still best friends but Gerald was more important now. Rhonda was laughing at something Curly was saying. Lila was looking at Brainy like he was a god.
Helga chuckled and started to turn away from everyone it was making her sick. She realized then that Arnold wasn't anywhere near her, he always had an eye on her but she couldn't see him anywhere. She kept scanning the room and started for the kitchen to try and find him.
She stumbled into the kitchen giggling as she caught herself on the table. She looked up at the fridge that had pictures of Rhonda and her family all over it.
"What are you looking at?" She scowled at the pictures then giggled to herself again.
She heard a crash behind her and swung around to find Arnold on the floor a broken glass surrounding him.
Helga gasped as she looked at him but given her drunken state thought she soon flew into fits of laughter.
Arnold looked up at the pretty blonde woman laughing in front of him. 'Who was she?' He stood up slowly.
"wusso fuuny?" he asked glaring at her.
She just continued to laugh though. She really didn't know why.
"Oh shud up" He screamed at her. She stopped laughing and suddenly he missed it.
He didn't know what possessed him then but walked towards her then and grabbed the back of her neck forcing her lips up into his own.
Helga was caught off guard by this kiss. 'Wait what? Is Arnold kissing me? No, I must of passed out somewhere, I must be dreaming.' She thought to herself. 'If this is a dream then I better take full advantage of this.' She smiled slyly under Arnold's demanding kiss and opened her mouth allowing his warm tongue to enter her mouth.
'Oh my god! I'm kissing Arnold! He's kissing me back!'
'Oh my god, this girl is hot and a great kisser I wonder who she is? Uh, who cares she freaken hot!'
Helga let out a low moan and Arnold took this as a sign he started to back up to the stairs towards one of the bedrooms.
Alright sorry its already midnight so I have to stop there. I hope this is a good chapter and I'll try to update in a week at most this time. Maybe this weekend. The next chapter WILL BE PART OF A SEX SCENE! So please be warned to not read if under age.
