The house was littered with broken glass and she was made to try to run away from the threat that was baring down on her. His eyes were enflamed and she swore she was screaming, but no sounds were escaping her mouth. Her 11 year old body was growing weak from the running and the house wasn't that large even though the males body seemed to be larger than the house itself.

Fear was lacing through her. Her ponytail was swinging around rapidly. Her mother's unconscious body laying on the couch with a bottle tipped against her. She was drinking again. Passed out. She won't be able to help her. No one would seeing as their house laid many miles away from any neighbors. She knew her father got this house for this purpose. Abuse with privacy.

Running, her foot hits a sharp jagged piece making her yell out and fall into the midst of more glass. She's crying. She's trying desperately to get up but a large hand grabs her from the back lifting her up. She tries to escape but the way he slams her into the wall knocks her out completely. When she comes to she is greeted with the sight of him with his seedy friend speaking at the table about business. They don't care of her damage. She tastes blood. Smells blood mixed with alcohol in the air. How is she alive?

The one known as Nick turns his head as he chomps on a cigar. "How old is this one again?"

"11. Still too young for you." He was callous and how he says that frightens her. What was he planning with her in the long run?

She tries to move but can't. What did he do with her?

"She won't know true fear and pain until something else is almost taken away from her." What is her father trying to say?

Soon she finds herself older. She's 17 and starting to get worried. Why isn't he answering his phone? He should of been home by now. Where is her love? She's worried sick and goes to Miles to tell him she's worried. They both get into the car to head to his job. There is his truck and there is no other car around.

Into the parking lot they go where they approach his vehicle. She spots her love on the ground. She doesn't wait for the car to stop fully as she launches herself out of the passenger door to scream his name. He is passed out and bloodied. She's crying as she wraps him in her arms begging for him to wake up.

"Helga." Someone is shaking her. "Helga wake up." She's still struggling till she feels his arms around her. "Helga, you're having a nightmare."

Helga hears his sweet voice in her ear. It is rich and soothing. She turns in his embrace to wrap her arms around him. They are in his bedroom and she is shaking with fear. That one with her family was something that happened in real life. Was that other part of her dream telling the future? She hoped not as she listened to him talk to her. Arnold is far too amazing.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

At school, Helga ignored Ludwig as best as possible as she was glad for the teacher roaming around the classroom constantly as she had to actually work together with him. At least with the teacher wandering the room he couldn't hit on her. She did love the looks from Arnold towards her. At least with those she would give him a tiny smile.

At lunch while Gerald and Arnold were talking not too far from them, Helga was speaking to Phoebe about the dream. "What do you think?"

"I can't say, Helga, but I do hope it was just fear manifesting itself and not something predicting the future." Yes, Phoebe was nervous as she always prayed for her friend's safety, but she masked it as best as possible.

Helga heard her nervousness so Phoebe didn't mask her fear well enough. "I don't want that future at all."

After one of her classes and using the restroom, Helga was heading to her locker when she turned the corner to watch Arnold push Emma away from a forced kiss.

"What the hell, Emma?" Arnold was furious.

Emma batted her eyes at him. "Oh Arnold don't tell me that you don't miss me. The way you look at me in class tells me how much you want me."

"I don't want you at all! All I want is to be left alone. I hate that you are my lab partner. I hate the fact that I went out with you in the first place after learning what you truly are." Arnold informed her.

Emma was unrelenting as she tried to get near him. "Oh come on. Her lab partner is her ex and he tells me that they are planning on..."

"Shut up with your lies. God! You are still so pathetic."

Hearing, Arnold in this state was far too much for Helga to take as she neared the scene. "Finish that sentence, Emma, I dare you." Helga challenged.

Emma turned her head to see Helga standing there. The memory of the fist flying past her to dent her locker was still in her mind. "You don't deserve him." She countered back.

Helga smiled at Arnold sweetly. "I do actually because I know the value of him and how he values each person he cares about. You never did."

Arnold smiled back at her as he went up to her. "I have to wash my mouth out before I can kiss you."

"Do you need Lysol?" She saw Emma fume at that question.

Running his hand through her hair, Arnold shook his head. "No, but I'll be right back. Don't kill her since she isn't worth it."

Watching her love run to the bathroom, Helga went up to Emma. "For Arnold to say something like that says a lot about you since it takes a lot for him not to care. Remember how good hearted he is and remember what you've done to earn that remark."

Emma huffed in exasperation as she stormed away. Helga saw her again before her last class stumbling out from the janitors closet with Ludwig coming out behind her zipping up his pants. They never saw her since she went around the corner to escape their detection. Ludwig was disappointed in her for failing with Arnold, but obviously not so disappointed in her to bring her into the closet for a quickie. Helga cringed as the visual hit her.

Ludwig and Emma were together. He wanted to create a wedge between us. - H

How do you know this? - A

They came out of janitor's closet after a quickie. Ludwig convinced her to do that kiss with you. She did want to do that btw. - H

Seriously they are two messed up people that they belong together. - A

Football Head please remember what kind of babies they could have. - H

Good point. We need less unscrupulous people out there in this world. - A

Yep so I guess after college you and I better get busy ;) - H

Helga don't put thoughts like that in my head while I'm in the locker room with my underwear exposed. It creates problems. - A

Can you take a picture of that so I can have something to look at while at work or in class? - H

You're cute. If you want I can do that in our room later on. - A

Hmmmm I'd love that. - H

I love you. I'll see you after class. - A

I love you too. See you my Football Head. - H

Funny how they never got naked together or touched one another's private areas in fear of it leading to more heated moments together, but she always loved when he flirted with her like that. Only after school while waiting in his truck he got into the cab to be pulled towards her in a very long deep kiss.

"Why do I have to work tonight?" He moaned out in anguish. "Please, please stay in my bedroom tonight so we can wake up together."

Helga giggled at how he begged her. "I will and I'll miss you until you get home. Be warned that I will probably leap in your arms."

"You better." Quickly checking the time, Arnold slid her on his lap.

"You'll be late." Feeling him kissing her neck, Helga was melting. "Ah who cares?"

Snickering softly against her, Arnold continued kissing her. "Best reason to be late. Sorry boss but my girlfriend is insanely hot and I love her so I'll continue to kiss her."

How is it possible to fall more and more in love with someone? She understood why he was so amazing seeing who his family is making her not believe her luck in obtaining someone like him.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

11:00pm. Helga was worried. Arnold was getting off at 10:30 and it took 10 minutes to get home at night. Lifting up the phone she dialed his number reaching his voicemail. "Hey it's me. Just seeing where you are. Please call back." She knew he would understand her worry.

11:30pm. Helga started to pace. She felt that sickening feeling at the pit of her stomach. Lifting up the phone again she reached his voicemail again. "Football Head, please be safe. Please. I love you."

11:47pm. Helga couldn't take it as she quickly placed some clothes on and left his room. First she went downstairs to double check if his truck just happened to be out there, but it wasn't. She went into the living room and kitchen. Her eyebrows were deeply furrowed and she placed her finger in her mouth to begin to chew at it.

Hearing a sound behind her she went to it hoping it was Arnold, but ran into Miles instead. Seeing her worry he put her hand on her arm to steady her. "I'm worried."

"Arnold isn't home yet?" Miles asked.

"He gets off at 10:30 and he would call or text me to say where he was. Miles, please..."

Nodding his head, he quickly went upstairs to grab his keys, tell Stella where he was going, and went to get the Packard. He looked over at Helga looking everywhere while looking at her phone. Her worry became his worry seeing that his son would never cause unneeded worry in anyone.

The ten minute drive felt excruciatingly long to Helga even as they were starting to approach the grocery store. Soon she saw how there were no cars in the lot except for his truck. "No please don't be like the dream." She whispered out in torment as they reached the entrance to drive in the direction of his truck. Spotting a pair of legs on the ground, Helga whimpered out, "No."

Miles's eyes widened at the sight of his son as his heart leaped and crashed. He hardly slowed down the car to watch at how Helga leapt out of the car to rush up to Arnold's prone body to hear her say his name. Miles called 911 immediately as he stopped the car to leave it.

Helga was pleading with Arnold to open his eyes. He was breathing and you would think he just simply fell asleep but obviously with the blood and bruising that was showing was a tall tale sign. Hearing Miles telling her to move away she tried to keep quiet as he spoke to the operator and attend to his son.

Getting the phone handed to her she held it to her ear as Miles kept checking his son over. Helga gave him credit for trying to maintain this exterior even though she knew he was also crumbling apart inside at the state of his only son. Hearing an ambulance approach, Helga stood up to wave at them as they reached the parking lot.

Hearing the workers come over, Helga heard Miles speaking to them as he held his arm around her to steady her. Miles wasn't hiding his shakiness of his voice now as he watched them take Arnold's vitals, make a call to the local hospital. Seeing cops arrive and Arnold being placed on a gurney, Miles told her to ride with them and he'll arrive shortly. Hugging Miles she quickly went into the ambulance as one of the workers continued to work on him.

In the light of the back of the vehicle the paramedic gave her a comforting look. "It'll be alright. We'll see that he'll get the best attention. Who are you to this young man?"

"I'm his girlfriend. His name is Arnold." Fresh tears were rolling down her cheeks. "I can't believe they did this to him. Arnold is the most kindest soul that I've ever known."

The man made a very honest sympathetic face. "There are assholes in this world as you know, I'm sure." Taking a chance he reached over to place a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Please keep a positive outlook on this and I'm certain he will be just fine."

Helga focused her gaze on Arnold's face. This had to be from Ludwig. When she got her hands on him he'll wish he was never born.

Don't hate me for doing this to Arnold. Please.
Also thanks for the reviews. With Wolfgang he'll make random appearances in the story.