Nobodys Home
"Thats where she lies broken inside"
Helga Pataki is fifteen years old and in High school. She seems to be coping with her break up with Arnold after their heated arguments became too much for him to bare. On her way home one day from school however, she is approached by two horrid bullies who commit a horrid crime, one that she will never forget. How will it leave her as she grows into a young woman? Who will she tell and can her friends and most of all Arnold help her through it?
So I do not have a facebook but my cousin JC rose does, she is still upset with me over the chapter but you know its only a fanfiction. However I will give you guys the link to sign the petition to save the movie that was meant to be made or something? Anyway most of you guys know about it anyway.
Chapter nine
Revenge is a dish best served...
Rhonda wellington Llyods day of reckoning had come. Not that she knew it just yet but her life was about to take a turn for the worst at the hands of a loyal boyfriend who made sure nobody, not now and not most certainly not ever would take advantage of his delicate girlfriend again.
The clouds lifted and the sun shone past them, making its way through the winter. The snow fell lightly onto the roofs of the residents of hillwood.
Helga rubbed her eyes gently and sprawled out across her bed, expecting to find Arnolds warm body against her hand she was shocked and a little scared when he was not there.
Rasing herself up on her elbows she called out "Arnold?"
No answer.
"Arnold, where are you?" She called loudly.
Arnold was in the shower, he had promised to meet Gerald early before school started.
Dark thoughts danced in his mind as he washed himself quickly, not even letting the soap leave his body. He vigorously wiped himself with a towel and put his clothes on. A nice black shirt underneath a crisp white shirt that he left unbuttoned over stylish black pants.
He slowly opened the door to Helgas room.
When he saw Helga on the floor crying he raced over to her.
Her pills were scattered across the floor and her eyes were dripping from salty tears.
"Helga" He knelt beside her and wiped away her tears with his fingers softly.
"I..I did not know" She wept. "Where you had gone" she leaned her head against his shoulder.
Arnold looked at the little green capsules scattered across the floor by her bed.
He picked them one by one and popped them back in her bottle labelled HELGA G PATAKI
"Here, let me get you a glass of water" He said as he placed a capsule in helgas hand.
"No need" Helga replied, placing a pill in her mouth and gulping it swiftly.
He sighed and helped her to her feet.
"Do you want to go to school today?" "Its going to be...interesting"
Helgas eyes dried and she wrapped her arms around arnold, feeling his strong arms clasp her tight.
"You're going to give it to Rhonda arent you?" She said with a little smirk.
"You bet" He patted her on the back.
Helga moved away from Arnold and opened her wardrobe.
"Then off course Im going" "I would not miss this for the world."
Like that she had perked up again. Helga still did not want to lose her bravado in front of her school yard peers.
As Helga scanned her closet for what to wear on this bright and beautiful day of Rhonda getting her comeuppance, Arnold explained how he had to leave.
Helga looked at him with puppy dog eyes.
Arnold pressed his lips against hers then pulled away with a warm smile.
"Gerald and me have a plan." "So I'll see you at school."
Helga nodded.
"Phoebe and Patti will go with you okay?"
Helga agreed. "Sounds good." she replied forcing a small smile.
The truth was, Helga wanted to spend her time with Arnold and immerse herself in his arms. She could easily forget the pain of the rapes, the blood from the miscarriage and the mockery from Rhonda.
The pills helped and Helga often felt very sleepy and half coherent but she knew what was going on around her.
"At least he's with me" She sighed.
Taking a look at herself in the mirror Helga got ready to paint her face and hide away her inner soreness and pain.
Brushing her hair, tying it back
Placing a white top over her chestPutting the clips in, clasping her bra
Fixing her tight jeans, dark blue, neatly pressed
Small black boots, a locket and chain
Bracelets and earrings
Lipstick and blush
Very slight purple eyeshadow
And a faint perfume of musk
Walking to school with Phoebe her friend she had no doubt
Patti behind them, keeping an eye out.
Walking in strides, talking and laughing
Easy to hide the pain when you're covered up
Easy to hide your tears with make up
Easy to smile when they cannot see inside
Easy to stand tall with pills to help you hide
Walking toward the school, Helga took in a few breaths before taking phoebe by the hand and walking up the stairs.
Inside the halls of the public high school, the fire was burning and the volchers were circling. The stares and glares, whispers and cold shoulders were thrown in the dark haired temptress and her senior minions directions. Her brown eyes were tinted with suspicion and her hand was twirling the bottom few strands of her hair in anxiety over what was awaiting her as she strolled in.
Her black heels echoed as the flames spread with each step she took. They pointed and they scowled. Nadine shook her head in a look of disgust, as though she was too pathetic to even cast eyes upon and too cruel to even speak two words to.
As she walked closer, avoiding the gossip, the heat being thrown her way and the tension smouldering through the eyes of her peers, Rhonda Llyod screeched at the top of her lungs when she saw them.
The printed pictures, plastered across the common room. Black and white images of photocopied text messages from her to a boy, and not just any boy. Rhonda had been in an illustrious affair just over a year ago with Wolfgang. The very same Wolfgang who took helga and proceeded to tear away her innocence and rip her physical and mental being into shreds with the help of his fellow gang members.
Someone, and none was wise as to who, had taken a picture of the two of them, yes Rhonda the freshman she was, hair tied back and skirt being lifted up by the blonde haired brute clasping her soft flesh while she smiled viciously and her eyes met with his. There was no forced entry associated with this dirty picture. Scantly clad and discreet, Rhonda Llyod was the fourteen year old freshman who had caused a stir with her curves and her ample breasts, not to mention her mixture of wealth, humor and sense of sexual maturity. Now one year later, her actions had come back to haunt her and those of her peers who's eyes burnt when they saw the borderline pornographic image, captured so well and in a low tone on a cloudy day up against a tall concrete building. Two bodies were pressed up against each other, there hands did the talking in the picture Rhonda had no idea even existed, yet remembered vividly.
Dropping her books and her dignity she slumped onto the floor and buried her face in her hands, the mascara and eye shadow ruined by her wet tears and sweaty palms.
Nobody dare look at her without cussing or spitting in her direction.
Amidst the whispers, the muffled sounds of mockery mixed with cruel laughs Rhonda felt a presence behind her.
She wiped her face, a mess of make up and tears and looked up at Arnold.
He stood, his hands in his pant pockets. Neatly pressed white shirt unbuttoned and a deep glare in his teal eyes.
His lips were pressed together firmly and if those looks could kill, she would have been dead already.
Gerald approached, wearing a red hooded sweat, and loose fitting jeans and sneakers.
He folded his arms and shook his head disapprovingly while the once perfect and promiscuous teenage queen knelt on the floor with a reputation in tatters.
Her dark almond eyes looked into Arnolds and pleaded with him for an explanation.
The groups of her old friends gathered when Helga arrived. She walked very slowly and with poise. Her hair swaying back and forth while her eyes darted from one peer to the next. They all looked with sympathy and some even forced the smallest of smiles. She did not care for pity nor did she partake of peoples offers of help or pretend caring.
Helga placed a hand on Arnolds shoulder when she came up behind him.
Rhonda saw the blonde and attempted to stand up but Arnold pressed down hard on her forehead so she fell back down.
"You belong on the floor." He hissed.
Miss Llyod trembled. "Arnold...I?"
Helga clutched her boyfriends hand and could feel his anger simmer in his body, which was clenched and hard.
"You don't say a word." He replied with a very dark glare. A glare Helga had not seen before and one that sent shivers down Rhonda's spine...
"You think this is pay back for what you did?" He growled.
Other students started to circle around like sharks...
"No I am so sorry." Rhonda wept. Ruth knelt beside her and glared at Arnold and Gerald.
"Leave her alone." She warned. "Or we will get the police involved."
Gerald suppressed a laugh. Arnold exhaled through his nose and held in his tongue from lashing Rhonda too harshly.
He then put both hands on Rhonda's shoulders, pressing them down and looked her dead in the eyes.
"If you ever EVER mock my girlfriend again..." "I will make sure you repay" He seethed.
Rhonds felt her throat ache from holding back tears. She managed to nod a couple of times.
It was clear Arnold ignored Ruths churlish words but carried on to inform Rhonda of what would happen should her or her friends take further action
"Oh and if you get the police involved?" "I will tell them you slept with one of the rapists who is in custody awaiting trial and a sentence in a prison cell."
"Would you like that?" He tilted his head and gave her a sarcastic smile. This was not the Arnold everyone knew.
This was a protective and extremely enraged Arnold.
Rhonda shook her head and wept. "No I wont say anything"
Arnold sighed and moved away to stand up, pressing his hands on his knees as he did so.
Looking back down at her, he sniffed and muttered "Good".
Helga said nothing but gave away how she felt toward her in the most painful glare Rhonda has seen in Miss Pataki. This look was not one of pure malice nor was her intent to hurt the queen of mean either. Helga was known for her fists of fury and her borderline evil threats that eventuated to nothing more than a harmless prank. This time however Arnolds threat WAS real and the tone was sprinkled with hints of malice, evil and a deadly intent to harm anyone who mocked, whispered about and especially came near Helga again.
Rhonda was still very curious as to what Helgas look represented. Was it one of sadness? OR was she simply asking her why she felt the need to kick her when she was already lying in a pool of her own blood and mental anguish?
Did Rhonda know her actions would have the worst consequences that would haunt her for the rest of her life?
Did she need to push Helga off the emotional cliff she was already leaning over?
As Helga walked away clasping onto Arnold, she warmly breathed on his neck and muffled a "Thank you" then licked his skin to show her appreciation.
Arnold smiled and blushed a little.
He stopped walking and leaned in to kiss her.
People cheered for Arnold, the brave young man who stood up for his girl, his maiden in distress who needed him in her most deadly hours.
With each kiss, the pangs of each ghastly memory became more and more cloudy. The pills would decrease over time and Helga would do her upmost to ensure she is never in the position to be raped or held against her will ever again.
"Do you want to go to class?" Arnold asked.
Helga rubbed her shoulder and bit her bottom lip so a little piece of skin tore off.
Her boyfriend held his hand out and cupped her face while she held his hand and closed her eyes, letting a few tears trickle down his fingers.
The sophomores were engrossed in these two after the chivalrous display of Arnold's and the sweet admiration Helga had for him not to mention Geralds comraderey.
"Oh they would be an ever so cute couple for Homecoming King and Queen" Lila exclaimed, her hands placed together and a gleam in her deep green eyes.
Stinky and Sid cheered for them as they lingered in a kiss and Phoebe and Gerald encouraged them with comforting words.
Helga pulled away from her kiss and really smiled. Her face a gush with affection which she was ready to lavish onto her wonderful beau.
"I love you Arnold" she said, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Arnold leaned in to kiss her, his hot mouth lingering on her lips.
"I love you too Helga".
TBC
Wooosh I even impressed myself with that.
What a happy conclusion no its not to say the story is over. There are some loose ends but its a happy chappie for now.