Helga's Homecoming Chapter 3
Right Football Head, Wrong Blonde by Shadow D. X
Caution All characters are property of Mr. Bartlett and possibly Nickelodeon but that's a little in the gray right now for me. I'm using them simply for entertainment, not profit. Don't sue me - I'm just a misguided fan with a keyboard. Please R&R, if you like to see some more cameos here, I'm accepting all suggestions.
After hours of reading every page of every book that had lain dormant inside her closet, Helga stopped after there was a knock on the door. After clapping the lights off, she leapt out the closet, closed the swinging door shut, and answered the knock. It was Heidi with her new guitar strapped to her back. Helga remembered hearing her playing in the background while she was reading; it was almost as if every note she played matched every emotion of every word. The kid had talent, just bad surroundings. "Aunt Helga, 9 o'clock, its time for dinner," said the young brunette guitarist.
Helga smirked and messed up her niece's hair. "Sorry kid, I made plans to go out at 9 tonight. But before I go, I'm going to change clothes," Helga said.
Heidi seemed downtrodden by this. "You're leaving? But I love spending time with you aunt Helga."
"And ever since I met you, I've had a blast spending time with you.away from here. I promise we'll spend all day together tomorrow but right now; I have an old friend to catch up with." Helga bent down in one knee and pressed her finger on Heidi's nose. "Beep!" Heidi laughed and went downstairs, closing the door behind her. Helga changed to a pair of black leather pants, a white long sleeve button shirt, black high heels, and her hair hung free, falling down below her shoulders. She looked at herself in the mirror, striking a quick pose. "Now that's 'It Girl' material." She almost busted a gut. She took a purse from her travel bag, filled it with cash and credit cards, not to mention some other essentials (I don't care if she is Helga G. Pataki, every woman carries makeup in their purse). Now that she was dressed for a night out, she left her room, zipped down the stairs, and before reaching the door, she saw Miriam waiting patiently for her. "Mom? I thought you were all going to sit down for dinner?"
"Well Helga, I just took my anti-depressant medication and I remembered hearing your name earlier today but I haven't seen you. In fact, I haven't seen you in years and I really missed you Helga honey," Miriam said. Something was different about her now. Besides her blonde hair showing deep gray streaks, she seems to be more alert now then ever. Helga immediately tied that to anti-depressants.
"Mom, I didn't know you were taking any medications."
"Well, it's only been a few years now. The doctor said that I was suffering from years of repressed.emotional trauma and that's why.I was always so.what's the word?"
Helga shot a sarcastic look. "Disoriented?"
"That's it. So Helga, I've heard a lot about you lately. Number 3 best selling book on the top ten list, runner up for Poet Lauriat, you've really turned out amazing. I'm so proud of you."
Helga blinked in shock. "You followed my career and.you're proud of me? Why? What about Olga?"
Miriam smiled. "Helga, I know I wasn't the best mother to you but I really love both of you the same. Sure, Olga caught your father's attention with all her awards and her grades but back then, I was a mess and well I just went with whatever B said."
"Wow.I guess I thought you were always."
"A bad mother? Oh Helga, don't you remember that I told you I used to be a champion bull rider? I was always on top form but somewhere in my life, I just.well, blanked out."
Helga looked down, ashamed now of always thinking Miriam was just lazy and now seeing that it was just a condition. "Mom, I'm sorry, but I have to go."
"Well, whenever you're ready to talk I'll still be here." Miriam happily hugged her estranged daughter and left for the dinning room. This is the most normal Helga has ever seen her.
Once outside, Phoebe pulls up to the driveway with a powder blue 03' BMW sports car convertible. Apparently being a Harvard lawyer means earning enough money to buy the best toys. Helga walked over to the passenger side and hoped into her seat over the locked door. "Ok Phebes, where can two single, successful women grab a decent bite to eat in this old burg?" asked Helga in her old fashion arrogance.
Phoebe smiled and pushed her hair back behind her ears. Tonight she was dressed in a very flattering red sleeveless oriental dress. "Well Helga, since this is your first time back in years, how about we go somewhere filled with single men and have some fun?" asked Phoebe. Now considering this used to be the smartest mousy girl in school, hearing her talk about man hunting was enough to throw Helga into an even deeper loop then after talking with Miriam. While Helga chuckled to herself how many things have changed, Phoebe's face became serious, almost mournful, as she turned to Helga. "Or would you rather go.have ice cream?"
"Huh?" Helga turned to Phoebe who was giving her that look that she knew exactly what ice cream meant. "Oh yeah.ice cream. Do you know if he'll be out tonight?"
Phoebe nodded. "I'm pretty sure he'll be downtown, a bar and grill place called Park's"
"Then let's go there, I'm ready to close this chapter of my life." Phoebe smiled and peeled out all the way downtown, zipping through cars like she was in a street race. She soon pulled up to a parking valet and threw him the keys. They both went inside together, turning a few heads for all the right reasons. They stride confidently to the bar and sat down together, letting the dark atmosphere soak in. Phoebe ordered a screwdriver while Helga simply ordered a bottle of Rolling Stone beer. "So Phebes, you come to places like this often? You're look too good in that dress to keep yourself at home."
Phoebe giggled and took a sip of her screwdriver. "I admit, I've been hopping a few singles places on the weekend, looking for a new guy. But this is the first time I've done this with anyone else," said Phoebe. After a while they drank their drinks and split an order of chicken fingers. After a few hours, Phoebe nudged Helga's arm and signaled to the door with her head. "I think that's him but it's too dark to tell."
Helga looked back but the crowd was blocking her view to the front door. With a quick breath, Helga grabbed her near empty beer bottle and made her way through the crowd, looking for any head that looks like a football. Helga looked everywhere; the tables, the bar stools, the standing crowds laughing and watching the football games on TV, but no Arnold. She tried to make a quick turn back to Phoebe but was stopped by a standing body. She lost her balance and started to fall forward until something held her up straight. "Hey, are you ok?" Helga looked up to see a tall, blonde man with a head that was shorter vertically than normal and wider like a certain game ball. "I think you had to much to drink tonight."
Helga was in shock, it was Arnold; full grown, drop dead hot Arnold. "A.Arnold?"
Arnold smiled and helped her up. "Well you know my name, how about giving me yours? No, wait. I know what your name is." Helga was about to melt right there, he's still the nicest person on the planet and he remembers her after all this time. "You're name must be Angel, since you feel down from heaven and into my arms."
Ok, so Arnold was just trying to be a smooth operator with a cheesy pickup line, no big deal, he's still cute. His hair was tamed now, combed back stopping just above the shoulders, his eyes were just as blue as they had always been, and he looked pretty good in a burgundy long sleeve and designer blue jeans. Helga smiled and propped herself back on feet. "Close, but you're wrong. I'm-." Then it hit her; she couldn't say Helga G. Pataki. He doesn't recognize her because the unibrow was gone and her hair wasn't in pigtails, Doi! This would probably be easier if she were that annoying Lila or even Ruth, Ruth would have a better chance than Helga. Wait, Arnold lost interest in Ruth the night she pretended to be Cecile. It's a long shot, but this awkward silence isn't helping anyone. "I.I'm Cecile."
Arnold thought for a moment before he looked surprised. "Wait, Cecile, the blonde Cecile from 15 years ago? I've never been able to find you after Valentine's Day, where were you hiding?" he asked, staring into her eyes.
Helga started to get that bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. She quickly found a way to steer the conversation. "Oh shit, I spilled beer over your shirt."
Arnold looked down at the wet spot and simply shrugged as if it didn't bother him. "That's ok, I can always clean it later. But if you're going to feel guilty about it, how about we go see a movie?"
Man, this guy has grown up to be a smooth operator, just 5 minutes after bumping into him and he's already asking for a date. But did Helga let this stop her from accepting Arnold's generous offer? (.If you think she will, please press the back button on you're web browser and watch atleast one episode of Hey Arnold). Helga smiled. "Sure, sounds like fun." Just as much fun as pretending to be someone else.again. "I just have to use the bathroom before going." Helga quickly ran to the bar, grabbed Phoebe by the arm and dragged her into the ladies restroom. "Phoebe, I just made a date with Arnold!"
Phoebe busted with joy for her friend. "Oh Helga that's so great! You're first day back and not only did you overcame your fear of intimacy for Arnold but you already have a date with him," Phoebe said.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Look, if you have to talk to me and I'm with Arnold, it's important you call me Cecile. It's simple, without Arnold, I'm Helga, with Arnold, I'm Cecile. Please tell me you'll remember."
Phoebe sighed and shook her head. "Oh Helga, why are you doing this to yourself? Did you even try to be true to yourself when you saw Arnold?"
"Phoebe, when the time comes, I'll tell him the truth. But right now, I'm the girl who pretended to be his French pen pal 15 years ago to get close to him. So you see, it's not even that big a lie since I am trying to get close to him since kindergarten."
"But Helga, your problem is being honest about your feelings to Arnold. This isn't helping because he'll be on a date with Cecile not Helga."
"I know this isn't the way it should go but it's all I have now Phebes. I'll meet you tomorrow and tell you how it went, alright?"
Phoebe just stared at her for a while before sighing in defeat. "Sure Helga, whatever you say."
Helga felt like shit for living a lie but there wasn't any option for her now. She was Cecile and that's it. After leaving the bathroom, she quickly found Arnold and went to his side with a big smile. "Ready for that movie you promised me," she said. Arnold responded by throwing his arm around her shoulder and walking her out the door. He was so different now, so filled with confidence but without crossing the line to being a jerk. She wondered if she should have asked Phoebe how he acted while they used to date. On second thought, it would probably make her so jealous that she would punch Phoebe in the face. Arnold took her into his car; a black and red trimmed 65' Mustang. Arnold sure had good taste in cars. They drove off into the night, Arnold casually looking over Helga, still thinking she was Cecile, whenever he had a chance. They soon pulled into a drive thru theater and parked in an isolated corner. Helga's mind was racing with ideas of what was going to happen. Of course it was obvious; a late night movie in a drive thru theater, parked all alone in a corner away from prying eyes. "So.nice car," Helga mustered, feeling herself become very flushed.
Arnold smirked snuggly. "Thanks, it was a gift from my parents," he said. He put his hand around her, gently massaging her shoulder to get her in the mood. Oh if only he knew how ready she really was to give herself to him right there.
Helga fidgeted nervously and smiled. "So you found your parents huh? Tell me about them," Helga said. She was way too nervous to go on; maybe this will cool Arnold down.
Arnold stopped his gentle massage and smiled. "You heard about that huh? Well I guess going to South America to find your lost parents does count as news worth spreading. So you want to know about my parents in general or after I found them in South America?"
Helga sighed in relief and smiled at Arnold. "When you found them sounds fun."
Arnold smiled back and looked up at the ceiling of his car. "Alright then, here goes. It was the third month of my search and my life savings was down to nothing but a hundred dollars. Everything seemed bleak even though I had the map in my father's journal and help from his old friend, Eduardo. We were flying around the mountains near the old Incan empire when I saw out the corner of my eye a crash landed propeller plane. When we landed to take a closer look, we found my parents, alive, and living with a tribe of natives. After a few hours after our reunion, we got back on the scout plane and flew back to Rio. When everything was back to normal and all the right paperwork was filled out, my parents were once again my legal guardians and all of their past information and bank accounts were restored like nothing ever happened. We even celebrated our family reunion by actually going around the world to every major city in every major country. Everywhere we went and did, we were always together. When they went on expeditions, I went along with them, when there was a big national event going on, we watched it together. This pretty much lasted about 5 years before we came right here. My dad became co owner of my grandfather's boarding house and my mom became a local nurse since she's a medical graduate. And that's it, we all live in the old boarding house and we're pretty much happy."
Helga had calmed down and listened inventively to every word he said. "Wow, that's so amazing. I had no idea you led such an interesting life." Helga smiled and Arnold leaned over to her and kissed her softly on cheek. Helga's face turned beet red. "What was that for?" she asked, embarrassed.
Arnold smiled warmly at her. "I like to press my luck." He soon wrapped his arms around her and kissed her gently on her neck, chin, and mouth. Helga moaned, her whole body was on fire from Arnold's gentle kisses. She pressed her hand firmly on the small of Arnold's back, grabbing a handful of hair, pushing his head deeper into her. "You're so beautiful Cecile," Arnold moaned between kisses.
When she heard him call her that name, her heart sank to the bowels of her stomach. She quickly pushed him away, staring at him with both disgust and sorrow. "I have to get out of here.I'm not suppose to be here," she said lowly.
Arnold seemed dumfounded by this. "What's wrong Cecile?"
She quickly became angered by him calling her Cecile and slapped him hard. "You pig!" She quickly ran out the car and into night, tears in her eyes. Arnold just sat there stunned, wondering whether to go after her or just drive home. He couldn't understand what went wrong; he did all the right moves. Meanwhile Helga was running down the black road, her purse barely hanging on to its owner's shoulder. One of her heels snapped off, making her tumble down to the asphalt hard. She laid there on the cold ground, crying her eyes out. "That pig.that stupid pig. I hate him.I hate him!" She laid there on the street what must have felt like hours before a set of headlights shone over her. Was this her guiding light of hope? Or is this the end of her misery?
Caution All characters are property of Mr. Bartlett and possibly Nickelodeon but that's a little in the gray right now for me. I'm using them simply for entertainment, not profit. Don't sue me - I'm just a misguided fan with a keyboard. Please R&R, if you like to see some more cameos here, I'm accepting all suggestions.
After hours of reading every page of every book that had lain dormant inside her closet, Helga stopped after there was a knock on the door. After clapping the lights off, she leapt out the closet, closed the swinging door shut, and answered the knock. It was Heidi with her new guitar strapped to her back. Helga remembered hearing her playing in the background while she was reading; it was almost as if every note she played matched every emotion of every word. The kid had talent, just bad surroundings. "Aunt Helga, 9 o'clock, its time for dinner," said the young brunette guitarist.
Helga smirked and messed up her niece's hair. "Sorry kid, I made plans to go out at 9 tonight. But before I go, I'm going to change clothes," Helga said.
Heidi seemed downtrodden by this. "You're leaving? But I love spending time with you aunt Helga."
"And ever since I met you, I've had a blast spending time with you.away from here. I promise we'll spend all day together tomorrow but right now; I have an old friend to catch up with." Helga bent down in one knee and pressed her finger on Heidi's nose. "Beep!" Heidi laughed and went downstairs, closing the door behind her. Helga changed to a pair of black leather pants, a white long sleeve button shirt, black high heels, and her hair hung free, falling down below her shoulders. She looked at herself in the mirror, striking a quick pose. "Now that's 'It Girl' material." She almost busted a gut. She took a purse from her travel bag, filled it with cash and credit cards, not to mention some other essentials (I don't care if she is Helga G. Pataki, every woman carries makeup in their purse). Now that she was dressed for a night out, she left her room, zipped down the stairs, and before reaching the door, she saw Miriam waiting patiently for her. "Mom? I thought you were all going to sit down for dinner?"
"Well Helga, I just took my anti-depressant medication and I remembered hearing your name earlier today but I haven't seen you. In fact, I haven't seen you in years and I really missed you Helga honey," Miriam said. Something was different about her now. Besides her blonde hair showing deep gray streaks, she seems to be more alert now then ever. Helga immediately tied that to anti-depressants.
"Mom, I didn't know you were taking any medications."
"Well, it's only been a few years now. The doctor said that I was suffering from years of repressed.emotional trauma and that's why.I was always so.what's the word?"
Helga shot a sarcastic look. "Disoriented?"
"That's it. So Helga, I've heard a lot about you lately. Number 3 best selling book on the top ten list, runner up for Poet Lauriat, you've really turned out amazing. I'm so proud of you."
Helga blinked in shock. "You followed my career and.you're proud of me? Why? What about Olga?"
Miriam smiled. "Helga, I know I wasn't the best mother to you but I really love both of you the same. Sure, Olga caught your father's attention with all her awards and her grades but back then, I was a mess and well I just went with whatever B said."
"Wow.I guess I thought you were always."
"A bad mother? Oh Helga, don't you remember that I told you I used to be a champion bull rider? I was always on top form but somewhere in my life, I just.well, blanked out."
Helga looked down, ashamed now of always thinking Miriam was just lazy and now seeing that it was just a condition. "Mom, I'm sorry, but I have to go."
"Well, whenever you're ready to talk I'll still be here." Miriam happily hugged her estranged daughter and left for the dinning room. This is the most normal Helga has ever seen her.
Once outside, Phoebe pulls up to the driveway with a powder blue 03' BMW sports car convertible. Apparently being a Harvard lawyer means earning enough money to buy the best toys. Helga walked over to the passenger side and hoped into her seat over the locked door. "Ok Phebes, where can two single, successful women grab a decent bite to eat in this old burg?" asked Helga in her old fashion arrogance.
Phoebe smiled and pushed her hair back behind her ears. Tonight she was dressed in a very flattering red sleeveless oriental dress. "Well Helga, since this is your first time back in years, how about we go somewhere filled with single men and have some fun?" asked Phoebe. Now considering this used to be the smartest mousy girl in school, hearing her talk about man hunting was enough to throw Helga into an even deeper loop then after talking with Miriam. While Helga chuckled to herself how many things have changed, Phoebe's face became serious, almost mournful, as she turned to Helga. "Or would you rather go.have ice cream?"
"Huh?" Helga turned to Phoebe who was giving her that look that she knew exactly what ice cream meant. "Oh yeah.ice cream. Do you know if he'll be out tonight?"
Phoebe nodded. "I'm pretty sure he'll be downtown, a bar and grill place called Park's"
"Then let's go there, I'm ready to close this chapter of my life." Phoebe smiled and peeled out all the way downtown, zipping through cars like she was in a street race. She soon pulled up to a parking valet and threw him the keys. They both went inside together, turning a few heads for all the right reasons. They stride confidently to the bar and sat down together, letting the dark atmosphere soak in. Phoebe ordered a screwdriver while Helga simply ordered a bottle of Rolling Stone beer. "So Phebes, you come to places like this often? You're look too good in that dress to keep yourself at home."
Phoebe giggled and took a sip of her screwdriver. "I admit, I've been hopping a few singles places on the weekend, looking for a new guy. But this is the first time I've done this with anyone else," said Phoebe. After a while they drank their drinks and split an order of chicken fingers. After a few hours, Phoebe nudged Helga's arm and signaled to the door with her head. "I think that's him but it's too dark to tell."
Helga looked back but the crowd was blocking her view to the front door. With a quick breath, Helga grabbed her near empty beer bottle and made her way through the crowd, looking for any head that looks like a football. Helga looked everywhere; the tables, the bar stools, the standing crowds laughing and watching the football games on TV, but no Arnold. She tried to make a quick turn back to Phoebe but was stopped by a standing body. She lost her balance and started to fall forward until something held her up straight. "Hey, are you ok?" Helga looked up to see a tall, blonde man with a head that was shorter vertically than normal and wider like a certain game ball. "I think you had to much to drink tonight."
Helga was in shock, it was Arnold; full grown, drop dead hot Arnold. "A.Arnold?"
Arnold smiled and helped her up. "Well you know my name, how about giving me yours? No, wait. I know what your name is." Helga was about to melt right there, he's still the nicest person on the planet and he remembers her after all this time. "You're name must be Angel, since you feel down from heaven and into my arms."
Ok, so Arnold was just trying to be a smooth operator with a cheesy pickup line, no big deal, he's still cute. His hair was tamed now, combed back stopping just above the shoulders, his eyes were just as blue as they had always been, and he looked pretty good in a burgundy long sleeve and designer blue jeans. Helga smiled and propped herself back on feet. "Close, but you're wrong. I'm-." Then it hit her; she couldn't say Helga G. Pataki. He doesn't recognize her because the unibrow was gone and her hair wasn't in pigtails, Doi! This would probably be easier if she were that annoying Lila or even Ruth, Ruth would have a better chance than Helga. Wait, Arnold lost interest in Ruth the night she pretended to be Cecile. It's a long shot, but this awkward silence isn't helping anyone. "I.I'm Cecile."
Arnold thought for a moment before he looked surprised. "Wait, Cecile, the blonde Cecile from 15 years ago? I've never been able to find you after Valentine's Day, where were you hiding?" he asked, staring into her eyes.
Helga started to get that bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. She quickly found a way to steer the conversation. "Oh shit, I spilled beer over your shirt."
Arnold looked down at the wet spot and simply shrugged as if it didn't bother him. "That's ok, I can always clean it later. But if you're going to feel guilty about it, how about we go see a movie?"
Man, this guy has grown up to be a smooth operator, just 5 minutes after bumping into him and he's already asking for a date. But did Helga let this stop her from accepting Arnold's generous offer? (.If you think she will, please press the back button on you're web browser and watch atleast one episode of Hey Arnold). Helga smiled. "Sure, sounds like fun." Just as much fun as pretending to be someone else.again. "I just have to use the bathroom before going." Helga quickly ran to the bar, grabbed Phoebe by the arm and dragged her into the ladies restroom. "Phoebe, I just made a date with Arnold!"
Phoebe busted with joy for her friend. "Oh Helga that's so great! You're first day back and not only did you overcame your fear of intimacy for Arnold but you already have a date with him," Phoebe said.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Look, if you have to talk to me and I'm with Arnold, it's important you call me Cecile. It's simple, without Arnold, I'm Helga, with Arnold, I'm Cecile. Please tell me you'll remember."
Phoebe sighed and shook her head. "Oh Helga, why are you doing this to yourself? Did you even try to be true to yourself when you saw Arnold?"
"Phoebe, when the time comes, I'll tell him the truth. But right now, I'm the girl who pretended to be his French pen pal 15 years ago to get close to him. So you see, it's not even that big a lie since I am trying to get close to him since kindergarten."
"But Helga, your problem is being honest about your feelings to Arnold. This isn't helping because he'll be on a date with Cecile not Helga."
"I know this isn't the way it should go but it's all I have now Phebes. I'll meet you tomorrow and tell you how it went, alright?"
Phoebe just stared at her for a while before sighing in defeat. "Sure Helga, whatever you say."
Helga felt like shit for living a lie but there wasn't any option for her now. She was Cecile and that's it. After leaving the bathroom, she quickly found Arnold and went to his side with a big smile. "Ready for that movie you promised me," she said. Arnold responded by throwing his arm around her shoulder and walking her out the door. He was so different now, so filled with confidence but without crossing the line to being a jerk. She wondered if she should have asked Phoebe how he acted while they used to date. On second thought, it would probably make her so jealous that she would punch Phoebe in the face. Arnold took her into his car; a black and red trimmed 65' Mustang. Arnold sure had good taste in cars. They drove off into the night, Arnold casually looking over Helga, still thinking she was Cecile, whenever he had a chance. They soon pulled into a drive thru theater and parked in an isolated corner. Helga's mind was racing with ideas of what was going to happen. Of course it was obvious; a late night movie in a drive thru theater, parked all alone in a corner away from prying eyes. "So.nice car," Helga mustered, feeling herself become very flushed.
Arnold smirked snuggly. "Thanks, it was a gift from my parents," he said. He put his hand around her, gently massaging her shoulder to get her in the mood. Oh if only he knew how ready she really was to give herself to him right there.
Helga fidgeted nervously and smiled. "So you found your parents huh? Tell me about them," Helga said. She was way too nervous to go on; maybe this will cool Arnold down.
Arnold stopped his gentle massage and smiled. "You heard about that huh? Well I guess going to South America to find your lost parents does count as news worth spreading. So you want to know about my parents in general or after I found them in South America?"
Helga sighed in relief and smiled at Arnold. "When you found them sounds fun."
Arnold smiled back and looked up at the ceiling of his car. "Alright then, here goes. It was the third month of my search and my life savings was down to nothing but a hundred dollars. Everything seemed bleak even though I had the map in my father's journal and help from his old friend, Eduardo. We were flying around the mountains near the old Incan empire when I saw out the corner of my eye a crash landed propeller plane. When we landed to take a closer look, we found my parents, alive, and living with a tribe of natives. After a few hours after our reunion, we got back on the scout plane and flew back to Rio. When everything was back to normal and all the right paperwork was filled out, my parents were once again my legal guardians and all of their past information and bank accounts were restored like nothing ever happened. We even celebrated our family reunion by actually going around the world to every major city in every major country. Everywhere we went and did, we were always together. When they went on expeditions, I went along with them, when there was a big national event going on, we watched it together. This pretty much lasted about 5 years before we came right here. My dad became co owner of my grandfather's boarding house and my mom became a local nurse since she's a medical graduate. And that's it, we all live in the old boarding house and we're pretty much happy."
Helga had calmed down and listened inventively to every word he said. "Wow, that's so amazing. I had no idea you led such an interesting life." Helga smiled and Arnold leaned over to her and kissed her softly on cheek. Helga's face turned beet red. "What was that for?" she asked, embarrassed.
Arnold smiled warmly at her. "I like to press my luck." He soon wrapped his arms around her and kissed her gently on her neck, chin, and mouth. Helga moaned, her whole body was on fire from Arnold's gentle kisses. She pressed her hand firmly on the small of Arnold's back, grabbing a handful of hair, pushing his head deeper into her. "You're so beautiful Cecile," Arnold moaned between kisses.
When she heard him call her that name, her heart sank to the bowels of her stomach. She quickly pushed him away, staring at him with both disgust and sorrow. "I have to get out of here.I'm not suppose to be here," she said lowly.
Arnold seemed dumfounded by this. "What's wrong Cecile?"
She quickly became angered by him calling her Cecile and slapped him hard. "You pig!" She quickly ran out the car and into night, tears in her eyes. Arnold just sat there stunned, wondering whether to go after her or just drive home. He couldn't understand what went wrong; he did all the right moves. Meanwhile Helga was running down the black road, her purse barely hanging on to its owner's shoulder. One of her heels snapped off, making her tumble down to the asphalt hard. She laid there on the cold ground, crying her eyes out. "That pig.that stupid pig. I hate him.I hate him!" She laid there on the street what must have felt like hours before a set of headlights shone over her. Was this her guiding light of hope? Or is this the end of her misery?