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Chapter 11: Normality Among Hell
It had already been one day, and today they had to go back to school and attempt to be normal which seemed like the least of there problems, but a small problem nonetheless. Arnold and Helga were let out of jail at least two days ago and for once it was nice to be free. Yesterday Olga, Helga, and Arnold spent the day together trying to look for a way to prove there case against Bob, and how to further prove Arnold's innocence because it was going to be hard to remove the attempted murder charge for the police officer. They were seriously fucked, because it seemed impossible to have no evidence against Bob. However, Olga had devised a plan which entailed Helga moving back home, and it made Arnold's stomach sink lower and lower into his stomach the more he sat there and listened to the plan. But considering the more they talked, he trusted Helga could handle it because she asked him to stop treating her like a child, so he was going to let go and let her take control, even though he kept fighting himself against it each time the topic came up. Just because he was going to trust Helga to handle the situation and follow through with the plan, he had a plan of his own and it involved him being in the shadows merely watching making sure everything would go smoothly as he told her he would. Whenever Arnold would talk to Helga, he kept thinking back on Morgan's advice...which meant its entire weight and more in gold. Had he just got out of jail with none of his advice he probably would have scared her away...and that was the last thing he wanted. Sure she would stick it through because she loves him just as much, but but he knew himself well enough oddly enough at this point, had he not been told his advice he would've been a helluva lot more stubborn on this whole subject of her moving back home and he would be damned to all hell.
Whenever he woke up next to her, he felt love, like he was home with her, and truly at peace, no longer at war with himself for his feelings, or feeling like an awkward teen, he actually felt like he knew himself inside and out which was strange for him, but he counted this one blessing amongst the shit storm that was brewing around them.
Arnold awoke to the sight of Helga laying against his bare chest sleeping soundly. Her long curly blonde hair covered her face as she was sleeping. Arnold then moved her hair from her face to take in her features a bit more, and he smiled warmly his heart now racing a bit. Her black lashes were long and thin, her skin was pale and supple with a light flush of pink across her cheeks, along with naturally nude pink lips. He caressed her cheek, still smiling warmly at her.
He could not have anything happen to her. Under no circumstances.
She groaned awake, shifting herself under him as she rose blinking her eyes sleepily staring back at him. She smiled warmly at him, as she yawned.
His eyes were filled with much warmth and love as he kissed her cheek, and the temple of her head sweetly. Helga kissed his cheek back and his forehead, both exchanging the look of love, as they kissed each other warmly. They broke there brief kiss and still smiled back at each other.
"Morning football head." Helga said her voice still raspy from morning grogginess.
Arnold merely held his warm smile for her, as it brought back fond memories of that nickname. They both had progressed so far in there relationship it seemed funny almost at the familiarity of it.
She rose from the bed, and stretched outward allowing her naked body to be seen seeming to no longer care that she was naked. Normally she would be self conscious but after everything they had both been through she felt she no longer needed to be.
Arnold could only marvel at how truly beautiful she was and it made him want her all over again.
Helga turned to look back at him, and stopped as she studied him back. His body was relaxed, his head laying against the headboard, his blonde hair was tousled and messy, but his body was more muscular and defined than before and she felt hot all over. Only his muscular chest, arms, and abs were showing, because the blanket had stopped right down where his manhood would show. He looked like something out of a romance novel, but the only difference was...he had tattoos, and a huge scar on his right eye, but the look in his eyes as he stared back at her made her wet.
"Is it really that bad?" Helga asked him as if to speak to the look of fire lit lust in his eyes.
Arnold merely smirked devilishly at her as if to confirm her question his eyes still lit with lust for her.
"Well damn, I guess I should get ready then." Helga said simply, now glancing at the clock noticing they only had a couple hours to be ready for school today, trying to scurry away from him towards the bathroom.
Arnold blinked the look away, and breathed a long sigh as if to relax himself before rising from the bed to shower with her and get ready for school.
This could go either good, or bad depending on how they do this. Arnold's innocence depended on it, and for once...he was relying on Helga to help prove his innocence. It bothered him, because he was fighting himself the longer he spent time thinking about how they were going to pull this off. Sending Helga back made him sick, and it kept making him sick. The worst part was, they had to go back to school and pretend to be normal, when there entire world was complete shit. The only good thing about it was...his love for Helga. Arnold would spend the rest of his life protecting Helga, and if it didn't work out between them which was enough to make him not want to live anymore...but if it came down to it and he had to spend the rest of his life in jail or worse...he would tell her to move on and completely forget about him. He would rather have her alive and happy to live her life, than to have her miserable thinking and clinging to him...and that made him even more sick. So in short, his life and there future was on the line.
Helga was no longer afraid, no longer afraid of her father...of what he had done to her...one reason being because she knew she had Arnold as backup but also because she had something to fight for. She had always loved him, and now that they had this opportunity to be together truly with no constraints and knowing that there future depended on her plan...she would risk herself, if it meant saving him. She would do it without thinking, and will fight him tooth and nail. If it meant saving him at the risk of her...she would fight anyone who decides to change her mind. No one, will change her mind at this point. Not even Arnold.
Olga dropped them off at school, and seeming as they were early they had some time to kill. Everyone who was outside the school began whispering and talking about them to other people. Arnold merely smirked devilishly at there indistinct chatter, as he grabbed Helga's hand, but instead of standing behind him like she usually would, she stood right beside him. This new reaction from Helga caught him off guard because he was used to her being shy under the scrutiny, but she seemed stronger somehow. Yet again, he was amazed.
They walked past everyone who was whispering about them, both of them not paying anyone any mind. However, some of them cowered in fear at the sight of Arnold, and it only made him more pleased for some strange reason.
"Arnold! Helga!" Two voiced yelled to them.
Arnold smiled warmly at the familiar voices, as did Helga. They both turned, now unlocking hands to hug there friends.
"Status?" Arnold said simply already sensing trouble brewing amongst their peers.
Phoebe, and Gerald glanced over at each other quickly before one of them spoke.
"You guys are aware that Rhonda has been spreading rumors about you like wildfire. Apparently you guys are the newest bad couple in the school." Phoebe spoke matter of factly.
"What the fuck happened to you two?" Gerald said confused, and somehow eager to know what really happened.
Arnold and Helga merely looked at each other, and exchanged a silent conversation between there eyes, and body language. Helga pleaded with Arnold as if to tell them the truth, and Arnold merely nodded once to her reply.
"Well after we were both arrested, Olga actually got us out." Helga said matter of factly, completely forgetting the fact that she hated her sister not too many years ago. Phoebe looked shocked at Helga at this news.
"That's wonderful, but what exactly does it mean? I mean, aren't you wanted for you know..." Phoebe said to Arnold quietly to avoid other listening ears.
At this point Arnold could care less about his peers, but he appreciated Phoebe being on alert for their sake.
"Yes, I'm still wanted for assault, battery, and attempted murder. However, Olga is charging Bob and Miriam with child abuse and negligence." Arnold spoke his voice serious merely looking back at Phoebe, and Gerald.
Gerald whistled at Arnold as if to say "Goddamn."
"But with no evidence how do you plan to prove it in court?" Phoebe asked, now her stomach strangely feeling unsettled.
Arnold grit his teeth in a low growl at the thought of Phoebe's question. Helga grabbed Arnold's hand as if to calm him from his thoughts. Helga looked back at Phoebe seriously before speaking.
"I'm moving back with Bob and Miriam." Helga said hoping she would get the hint of there devised plan. Phoebe's eyes were bulging out of her head, and Gerald was just as equally shocked.
"Are you insane?!" Phoebe yelled at Helga, somehow understanding Arnold's frustration.
"I have to listen to Phoebe on this one Helga, this could end even worse than before if someone fucks this up." Gerald said as if sensing all the possibilities that could go wrong, and knowing his friend and the change in his eyes and overall demeanor, it could mean the death penalty...and the more Gerald thought about it and just how Arnold looked to him, terrified him to his very core, although he would never admit it.
Helga's brow furrowed in frustration at both of them.
"I don't give a rats ass what you all think. Including you Arnold, I'm doing this because not only will it prove your innocence, but it will give me a second chance to live outside my parents house and give them the justice they deserve. If you think me standing up for whats right is wrong, then fuck all of you." Helga said her face serious, and her brown eyes lit with fire as she spoke. They all couldn't help but look at Helga shocked at her response. She was serious, and she was not backing down.
"What part of I cannot stand to see you hurt that you don't understand, Helga." Arnold spoke from behind her, his voice cold and somehow emotionless.
Helga was shocked at his behavior, she had no idea that he was considering...oh God no, he wasn't.
"Are you serious football head?! Don't tell me you were willing to risk yourself again for me? You could die if they find you guilty! What the hell is wrong with you!" Helga merely began to yell at him no longer caring who heard them.
Arnold's eyes were mere slits as he stared back at her. Phoebe and Gerald began backing away slightly behind Helga.
"You are whats wrong with me, love." Arnold said, his ice blue eyes peering through his eyelids like slits but his voice was warm and gentle.
"Arnold, look...let me tell you something that your probably not ready to hear but guess what your gonna listen to it. I love you just as much as you do me, but here's the thing football head...life is painful, I will be hurt...and you have to be man enough to deal with it face forward. Don't give up, cower and back away all because you think I can't handle it. Your in for a rude awakening chump, I can handle it. I'm going to move back home whether you like it or not. You will not lay a hand on my parents unless said otherwise, but I will not tolerate this stupid fucking attitude you have, do you understand me!" Helga said now yelling at him, her brown eyes lit with anger as she spoke.
Arnold grit his teeth, as he stepped slowly to her and Phoebe and Gerald kept backing away from him because the atmosphere felt cold again. Helga stood her ground towards him.
"I would be willing to die for you, Helga. Everything I have done was for you, for your own safety and for your happiness. Yet you can't seem to see that." Arnold spoke, now emotionless the shadow cascading over half of his face, his blue eyes cutting through the shadow.
"I do see everything you have done for me baby...but please, let me fight for whats mine. Let me fight for you...for us. Just do me a favor and quit being a bitch, man up, and deal with it." Helga said matter of factly somehow knowing he was willing to sacrifice his life yet again for her, and that was one thing she would not stand for.
Arnold stepped only mere inches from her face, and caressed her cheek lovingly, the shadow dispersing from his face and his blue eyes filled with warmth and love as he looked down at her.
He breathed a smirk under his breath before speaking.
"Helga, your an incredible woman. I've been battling this whole thing with myself for the past few days...and the more I think about it...it makes me sick to my stomach at the thought of you getting hurt. I never saw me sacrificing myself as giving up, and I never would've imagined you calling me a bitch of all things. But perhaps you were right, I made a promise to you that I would trust you in knowing what you were doing and let you take the reins. I'm sorry baby, lately all I can think about is if it goes wrong...then I have to consider the other alternative of this entire situation. Its my written unwritten job now, in order for me to protect you. Can you ever forgive me for doubting you, my love?" Arnold said his voice warm and apologetic to her, now at ease at what she had said. How did her words always hold so much power over him?
Helga grabbed his hand and kissed it back before looking back at him.
"Do not consider death as an option, love. Death is for the weak minded individuals who have no more fight left in them. As long as I'm alive, and I love you with every fiber of my being I will do what I can to protect you as well...ok? And yes, I forgive you." Helga said smiling warmly, allowing un-fallen tears to surface to her eyes but she did not blink to not let them fall.
Arnold kissed her with moderate passion in there kiss, and they both relaxed under each other. It should be illegal to love someone this much. They broke their brief kiss and held each other's hand before turning back to Phoebe and Gerald.
They both were smiling at the two of them always seeming to be marveled at how strong their love for each other was.
The bell rang and they both proceeded to class, just in time right?
Arnold and Helga walked into the classroom, somehow knowing everyone was talking about them...because as soon as they walked in, everyone stopped talking and glared at them. Arnold merely smirked at all of them, and Helga scoffed in return to them before they both began proudly walking to take their seats next to each other. The teacher walked in shortly afterwards and began his lesson on history. Arnold eased into his seat by slouching, spreading his legs widely, not looking in the teachers direction. Helga smiled at her love briefly as she did the same.
"Arnold, Helga...I understand you have been out of school for some time due to other activities...but I would appreciate it, if you would sit upwards and pretend like your education matters. Especially you, Arnold." The teacher said mid lecture glaring evilly at them, his face sour from there behavior, his voice spiteful to them.
Helga merely chuckled under her breath at his remark, and Arnold smirked devilishly as well. It was like they were in sync with each other somehow.
"Its interesting, once someone gets a taste of how brutal the world really is...well, lets just say education on a high school level is of no importance to me whatsoever." Arnold spat back to him, however his voice was cold and emotionless still not looking at his teachers direction, merely kept his eyes closed as he spoke.
"I couldn't have said it better football head." Helga smiled in agreement with him.
Everyone gasped at them, and began whispering around them.
Before the teacher could send them out, they both rose from there seats and began walking out of the classroom. Arnold stopped and turned to face the teacher, his eyes locked solely on the teacher now. His body was relaxed, his eyes still ice cold gleaming in the sunlight that came through the window on the far end of the room. The teacher began shivering a bit at the look in Arnold's eyes.
Arnold smirked evilly at him.
"No need to send us out to the principal's office...I'll be courteous this one time and send myself out" His voice cool, and his eyes still locked on his. His blind blue eye still gleaming in the sunlight.
"What the hell happened to you?" The teacher asked genuinely and somehow disturbed by his face, recognizing Arnold was one of his favorite students.
Arnold merely smiled at him sarcastically, his eyes cast down for a moment before gazing back towards him.
"Life." Arnold hissed at him, before turning to walk back out towards the hallway.
The whispers resumed as they walked out, but even though Arnold had walked outside towards the hallway, the chatter sounded extremely loud to him.
They were both now walking towards the principals office both of them not speaking. Helga took Arnold's hand still without saying anything, she knew he wasn't rattled by everything that was going on...but somehow she had a sneaking suspicion that he was somehow upset for challenging his history teacher.
"I'm fine, Helga." He said matter of factly, not turning to look in her direction next to him.
"I know, but there's nothing wrong with a little insurance is there? Besides, who said anything about holding your hand for support?" Helga said playfully to him, hoping to make him smile.
It worked, and he chuckled under his breath at her humor. As if she needed any support, he knew her well enough at this point that she needed no support from him in this moment right now, but it was enough to put a smile on his face nonetheless.
He squeezed her hand back gently this time as if to acknowledge her. She smiled warmly back at him, both of them still not looking in each others direction.
They finally made it to the principals office, shutting the door behind them, both of them took a seat in front of his large oak wood desk not awaiting the principal to instruct them to take a seat.
The principal was on the phone at the moment, but looked somehow appalled at their behavior. He hung up the phone, and looked at both of them seriously. He cleared his throat before speaking.
"Why are you two in my office?" He asked, even though Arnold knew he just got off the phone with someone who basically told on them. He could tell from the way he was holding the conversation before they even walked into the room.
"I don't know, you tell me...considering you just got off the phone with someone who told you we disrupted class." Arnold said, his voice calm and un- ruptured by his inquiry.
Helga merely sat still, her head held high at whatever he threw at them.
"I should suspend you two for causing so much trouble in my school...having the police come look for you, then being out of school for so long, on top of that when you do come back you disrupt class. What should I do with you?" The principal asked, his voice now seeming angry with them as if they did something personal to him.
"I'm not sure, your the one in charge." Arnold spoke again his voice calm and cool, his gaze solely focused on him.
"Tell me why I should let you stay in my school?" He asked this time genuinely.
Helga took Arnold's hand to prevent him from speaking, and allow her to speak this time.
"To be honest, you shouldn't...but were just going through a really tough time in our lives and we need some more time off. Is there anyway possible we can take summer classes to make up the missed semester if we take off?" Helga asked her brown eyes solely focused on the principals, the conviction and pleading in her voice somehow mixing and unwavering.
"You would have to ask your teachers if they would be willing to teach you during the summer, as for granting your time off...I don't see why not. You do realize you will have to put in the work...otherwise I will have no choice but to fail both of you. I want your request in writing from both of you, signed by a parent or a guardian on my desk by the end of today. Tomorrow you will come back to school, and individually ask your teachers to teach you during the summer, if one of your teachers says no, I have no choice but to suspend you. Sound fair?" The principal said matter of factly.
Arnold grit his teeth, and began growling lowly at him. Helga gripped his hand tighter.
"Why not ask for one teacher to teach us both in all subjects?" Helga asked earnestly, but her tone serious.
"If you can find one that is." The principal said smiling devilishly at her.
"Helga, he's just toying with us. He doesn't intend to pass us." Arnold spoke matter of factly, now on to him.
"I just know what you kids think, always thinking you have everything bad. Did you ever think you brought it on yourself everything that happened to both of you?" The principal hissed at them both spitefully.
The room grew cold, as Arnold's face became encased by a dark shadow, his ice blue eyes gleaming in the darkness, and he smirked evilly at the principal now leaning back into his seat, his movements completely relaxed as he returned his murderously lit gaze back at the principal before speaking.
Oh Shit.
"Well now, that's an interesting theory of yours. Do children ask to be soldiers?" Arnold asked his voice deep and rumbling, his cold blue gaze focused on him like a hunting target.
"What does that have to do with this conversation?" The principal spat at him, ignoring the cold shiver that went down his spine as Arnold spoke to him.
"The answer is no." Arnold growled at him, his ice cold murderous gaze still focused on him. Arnold was oddly still, as if about to pounce on his prey at any moment all while still holding his devilish smirk.
"You damned kids, thinking you have everything in life bad. You brought it on yourself as far as your jail time, and you being raped...well you were probably wearing inappropriate clothing which in turn-" The principal stopped speaking because the whole left side of his body had went limp and he fell against his desk counter. He gazed upwards and saw Arnold still sitting back in his chair gazing back at him smiling evilly.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME!" The principal yelled to him.
Arnold moved slowly towards him, his movements calculated but relaxed...still holding his cold emotionless gaze and evil smirk before stopping a few inches from his face.
"Do not EVER think, that my girlfriend deserved what happened to her that night. Should I hear you utter another word on that topic...well, I'll let your mind wander at the endless possibilities." Arnold growled lowly at him, now backing away from him slowly, body relaxed and calculated, now resuming sitting back in his chair.
Helga merely blinked at him. She was not afraid of him, but she didn't even see him move from his seat...so how the hell did he make his entire body go limp without moving?
"FINE. DO WHAT YOUR TOLD AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY OFFICE BEFORE I PUT YOU IN JAIL WHERE YOU BELONG!"
Arnold and Helga swiftly rose from there seats now standing in the doorway.
"You'll have your feeling return soon." Arnold hissed at him, still smiling evilly at him, before shutting the door behind them.
"Did you have to do that Arnold? That was going a bit overboard!" Helga merely yelled at him.
"I will not tolerate what he had said to you." Arnold spoke matter of factly now returning to normal, the shadow gone from his face.
"How the fuck did you do that anyways?" Helga asked now playing the moment back in her head trying to remember when he had moved from his seat.
Arnold smirked at her.
"A pen." He replied simply to her.
The bell had rung, so the other students were in the hallway now shuffling to get to the next class.
Helga merely blinked absent mindlessly at him, truly perplexed at how he could have incapacitated him by using a pen of all things.
They walked out towards the entrance, as Helga made a phone call and told her everything that happened except the part where Arnold had almost injured the principal. Olga was on her way, and shortly afterwards Gerald and Phoebe met with them outside.
"What the hell happened to the principal!" Gerald practically yelled at Arnold knowing it was him, attempting to hide the horrified look on his face.
Arnold smirked devilishly.
"A pen, on a pressure point." Arnold said matter of factly, sitting on the steps leading to the school entrance. Helga did the same, leaning on him and listening to him. Gerald and Phoebe sat down as well. Gerald and Phoebe blinked amazed at him.
"What happened to you in jail? I heard something about you using a nickel on the guy who...well ya know." Phoebe asked to confirm the rumors about Arnold.
"Affirmative, and it was a sharpened nickel at his throat." Arnold said not looking in either of there directions as he spoke. His body was completely relaxed and contemplative. They were seriously screwed...
They all blinked at him allowing horror to show on each of there faces except for Helga.
"You mean you found him?" Helga asked, now remembering him and tried to choke back tears.
Arnold tensed sensing her discomfort at the memory.
"Yes." Arnold replied simply.
Helga merely smiled at this, and said nothing more to him as she held him close to ease him being tense. He did, as he breathed a heavy sigh.
"Remind me to never piss you off." Gerald said truthfully.
Arnold now smiled warmly at his friend attempting to hold back a chuckle.
"I concur." Phoebe said to Gerald as if to agree with him.
"Hey, we should do something fun soon...you know, get our mind off of all this bullshit." Gerald suggested returning to his rambunctious self.
Arnold couldn't help but smile warmly, because it was something he did desperately need. Helga smiled as well, knowing they both could use a break.
"Or do something like the old days, without our boyfriends...whaddya say Helga? Like talking about your poetry about Arnold, or the shrine you used to have of him." Phoebe blurted out, but quickly slammed her hand over her mouth somehow remembering if she did or didn't tell him all of that.
Arnold merely turned slowly towards Helga as if to inquire "what is she talking about?" with a strange mix of "is all that true?"
Helga could murder Phoebe at this moment. Sure she told him how much she loves him, but she never told him everything.
"Well, a guy and girls night out it is!" Gerald decided for the group. Helga did not answer the question pending in his eyes, somehow knowing she was going to have to tell him. Hopefully at this stage, it would be something they could laugh at for once.
The car horn beeped, and Arnold and Helga swiftly got in the car as Olga drove off all of them agreeing to meet up tonight for there little shindig.
Olga had left them to the house seeing as there was nothing they could do with their situation with school until tomorrow. So they had the rest of the day until they had met up with there friends later that night. Arnold went to grab a beer and began gulping it down, before handing Helga hers. They both sat on the couch and held each other without speaking for a few moments, listening to the sound of each others heartbeats and Arnold hearing the gulping of the beer going down. Arnold was laying his back against the arm of the chair and Helga was in between his legs laying the back of her head against his chest coming right under his chin, Arnold had occupied his free hand by wrapping it around her stomach, and Helga occupied her free hand by letting it fall wherever it may. Both of them relaxed and at ease, completely comfortable in each others company sipping there beer.
"My mind is a whirlwind right now." Helga said finally breaking the comfortable silence between them.
Arnold breathed a knowing smile, shaking his head at his own thoughts.
"I used to have a shrine dedicated to you when we were younger ya know." Helga said now smiling at those days when everything was so much simpler.
Arnold could sense she was at ease, and it made him happy. The only thing in his world now was Helga.
"Yeah." Arnold spoke, sounding like the normal gentle boy he was so long ago.
Helga smiled warmly at the memory.
"I wrote a lot of poetry about you back then too. I also made a promise to myself that you were never meant to find out how much I had been in love with you...but then your grandparents died, and everything changed...reality set in, and I knew I had to be there for you. Even if you didn't like me back...to me, it wasn't about my feelings at all...I had to be there for you, no matter the cost. Even if you rejected me, which you should have...but I would keep coming back because I know what it feels like to be alone." Helga spoke her voice softening the longer she spoke to him. Perhaps this was her finally bearing all to him as she was supposed to.
Arnold merely blinked in amazement as she spoke, and tried not to allow tears to surface to his eyes. He sipped his beer but said nothing in return to her.
Helga breathed a sarcastic smile, before she sipped her beer.
"I was obsessed with you...and only you back then. So you see, its never been a contest...besides, who was going to love me? So I had accepted being alone by the time your grandparents had died. I never would have expected everything to turn out like this..." Helga said her voice trailing off, and soft.
Arnold held her tighter, and they both felt it. The weight of the entire world on there shoulders, both of there hearts heavy with pain, love, and so much struggle that would normally tear anyone else apart. Neither of them cried, just accepted each others pain...and accepted each other. Both of them were stronger now, even ad-mist a storm they needed each other and only each other. They were all they had. No parents, no elders to guide them, no one to help them except for Olga and the select friends they had...everyone else were outsiders to them.
"If I had to remake the same decision to come outside to see you sitting outside on my porch, I would do it without a second thought." Arnold said his voice warm and enveloped with love. Just like that, the tears flowed from her eyes and her heart exploded inside her chest as she dropped her beer and grabbed him in a fierce embrace. What was being strong anyway?
Arnold clutched onto her as fiercely as she, somehow letting go as well...however he did not cry, and for the first time...they held each other and not the other way around. Not holding one while the other one is being strong, both of them clutching to each other desperately as if needing to breathe. The weight of both of there hearts exploding in there chest was too much.
Arnold had taken Helga's lips in a fierce and passionate kiss and she exhaled and moaned under his kiss allowing shivers to take over her body. God, it should be illegal to love someone this much.
He growled under her, as he deepened the kiss, now both of there tongues fighting for dominance. Her body was somehow raked with small short spasms under him, her heart pounding loudly in her ears and her body hot all over. Suddenly tears fell from her eyes and he stopped and looked down at her, his eyes lit with lust but concern as well.
"Whats wrong baby?" Arnold asked his voice filled with love and concern.
Helga caressed his cheek and worked her way to his blind eye and stopped, tears still falling as she caressed him.
"I don't have to be afraid, I don't have to pretend or be afraid of my own emotions. I don't just love you, I'm in love with you, I would give my life for you. So please, don't ever speak of sacrificing yourself again. You don't know how much it hurts me when you do that." Helga spoke, the tears still flowing, but she did not choke on them or sob like usually. She was much stronger than before.
Arnold merely took one of her tears and placed it under his eye, his gaze still focused on her as he let it fall down to his chin.
"You were always the one to cry the tears I never could whenever shit goes bad, my love. Which is why you are my angel. My God, it should be illegal to love someone this much." Arnold spoke his voice soft, warm, and gentle...filled with love and solely focused on Helga unashamed of what he had just did.
"I hate you for always knowing what to say." Helga said playfully as she took his lips again, this time much more softer and she bit his bottom lip playfully smiling at him.
He growled at the playful look in her eyes as he gently took her lips again. She moaned in response to his kiss, and they deepened it both tongues sensually fighting for dominance now both of them seeming to be more playful. They both smiled as they kissed each other.
Helga broke their kiss swiftly, as she quickly gulped down the rest of her beer and led Arnold to their bedroom, now shutting the door.
Helga was on fire and completely dominant this time, and Arnold thoroughly enjoyed her finally being comfortable in her own skin. They made love this time, both of them equals not fighting for dominance or submissive roles. She had been reading something, because she was on fire. She was beautiful and he was equally beautiful to her. Once they had finished they both lay next to each other holding each other in comfortable silence as he kissed her hand sweetly, and she kissed his hand back as well allowing herself to be completely enveloped in the feeling of love she had for him. Who knew she was still fighting herself at this stage in their relationship?
"Your much stronger love." Arnold said simply, still holding her and caressing her now messy curly blonde hair.
Helga breathed a warm, knowing smile under his remark.
"How you figure that?" She asked out of curiosity, running her fingers over his chest as if drawing some shape unknown to him.
"Your confident now." Arnold spoke matter of factly, his voice still tender.
"Hmmm, perhaps its because I'm no longer at war with myself on my feelings for you or anything I feel right now." Helga admitted to him, smiling warmly.
Arnold smiled warmly at this, because somehow he knew she was.
Helga kissed him tenderly, both of them smiling at each other as she resumed laying on his arm and re drawing the unknown shape on his broad chest. They both breathed a heavy sigh.
"I've made up my mind." Helga said her voice now seeming serious.
Arnold merely blinked awaiting for her to speak.
"I'm moving back in tomorrow. The longer we wait, the longer your pending charges will be, and the worse your situation gets." Helga spoke her voice with unwavering conviction and strength.
Arnold merely kissed her forehead in response as if to agree with her and no longer fight her in her decision, merely support her.
Helga knew he had agreed, and she smiled and kissed his chest as if to let him know, everything will be okay.
They held each other for a few more moments in comfortable silence, before Arnold's phone rang with a text message. He reached for it, and it was from Gerald explaining how he was on his way to come pick him up for drinks at his house.
Helga smiled warmly at this, and rose first from Arnold and stretched...now he had her sore allover.
This was new, she was never the first to leave him or even take initiative on anything...and it brought him much joy and comfort. She had changed, and she is much stronger than when he last saw her.
They spent the time getting ready to hang out with their friends...perhaps this was the last time they would be able to have some type of fun or normality before the shit hits the fan.
Arnold had checked his phone one last time awaiting for Gerald to be out front, which he was now. Arnold then tenderly kissed Helga before leaving her and Phoebe coming up towards the apartment to attend to Helga.
The girls were in Olga's apartment and Arnold and Gerald began driving back to his parents house which his parents weren't home thankfully so they could chill and have some fun.
End of Chapter 11