A/N: Yup, I'm finally updating. A little on the short side, but hopefully it would get longer. Since this is going to be a short series, I'm hoping for five to ten chapters.

Chapter One: Big Bob Pataki

Helga looked down at her pink fabric that she usually wore into a bow. Before she knew it, memories of how she first met Arnold came into mind. Breaking her even more. She clenched the piece of fabric in her hands and sobbed. She had been doing that the past two days.

She was just glad it was spring break, and she would not be able to see Arnold for the whole week. The break up caused too much pain for her to bear, and there were times she cried too much that she started hyperventilating. It was to the point Bob, her father, and Miriam, her mother, had gotten worried for Helga's health. She was like a doll, a delicate doll that was already shattered to the ground in pieces. There was no comeback or sarcastic tone in her voice when Bob made a statement that would usually rile Helga up, which worried Bob even more. What scared Bob the most was the way her eyes looked lifelessly at him.

Bob knew he was not the best father in the world, but he also was not the worst. Yes, he knew he did not treat Helga well, but she was so like him that he thought treating her like his father treated him would be best for the young girl before him. He never truly known what a mistake it was until Helga asked him a question that put his hard-headedness to a stand still.

"Dad," Helga started. Bob looked at her in shock; she rarely ever called him 'dad' unless it was in a sarcastic manner. But the way she said that one word in such a soft and meek tone had put him in a spot. What she said next though, had given him more than a surprise by just her calling him dad. "Do you think I am born to suffer?"

"What the-" Bob stopped his words, not knowing what to say. He looked to Helga, really looked at her. He had never seen his youngest daughter look so... fragile. He never thought he would see the day his own daughter, who usually stood up to him, become so meek caused his fatherly instincts to kick in. Anger coursed through Bob's being, not at Helga but the one who could caused his youngest to become like this. "Who did it, Helga? Who hurt you?"

He put his large hands gently on Helga's shoulders, afraid if he tightened his grip, she would be more broken.

"I always make people close to me suffer. I made Miriam like who she is now. I made you become disappointed and angry. I caused Olga anguish. Arnold... Arnold would be happier," Helga said, suddenly she bends over and laughing hysterically. Bob felt sick to his stomach at how Helga is reacting. He didn't understand, and he felt so helpless. "I deserve to suffer! I'm horrible!"

Her legs buckled and she fell on her knees, sobbing into her hands. Bob only watched and the for the first time in a long time, a stray tear fell from his eye. It was at that moment, he had to do something.

An idea suddenly hit him. And in a Big Bob Pataki way, he would make sure it would happen. They were going to move. Start a new life. Build a better environment his family deserves. He had enough of his delusions that it was normal for his family to be this way. No, he is going to make it better. No more of the 'Pataki name' nonsense he goes on about. His family needed him and he was not going to lose Helga like he did Miriam.

Miriam used to be so sweet and active when they dated and when they first got married. He sometimes wondered what went wrong for Miriam to become the way she is.

For now, though, he had to concentrate on making plans. It was time for a revolution. It is time for change.

During this time, Arnold never knew their break up would be the last time he would ever see Helga in a long time. It never occurred to him that the small empty part of his heart would grow at the news. At least, for now, he is holding hands and smiling with his new girlfriend.