Reasons for murder
(Note: a very sensitive topic is in this chapter. Some people may find the
content offensive. If that is the case im really sorry)
She laid very still, holding her breath. She could feel him stoking her face. The matress moved under his wegiht as he laid next to her. His hand went to her thigh and started runbbing it, then moed up. Her eyes were shut so hard they were starting to ache. His hand moved where even she didn't touch except to wash. "You've grown into such a beautiful young woman" he murmmred in her ear. He pushed her onto her back. "Leave me alone" she said. He didn't. "Shhh. I'm going to teach you something they don't teach in school, so you'll know what to expect..." he whispered. He sat on her. He was Heavy! "Miriam!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. When nothing happened she screamed again. Bob chuckled. "She's asleep Helga, my precious little Helga. I never even taught this to Olga" he said. Her nighty was up around her waist. She took a chance and swung her fist around. It connected but had no affect. She started hitting him and kicking trying to get him off her. He caught her fists in one hand and pressed his legs down on hers so she couldn't even move them. He srugged out of his dressing gown. He had nothing underneath. 'Oh God' she thought. "Please, dad stop, go away, please leave me alone". A little bit of her mind registered that she had called him dad and that she was begging. The rest of her mind was screaming at her to stop him. But she couldn't move! "I'm not going to hurt you, just teach you...". She hadn't known how far along he was with this until she felt him enter. She went to scream but his mouth landed on hers his tounge going straight in. She bit it. Instead of upsetting him he found it amusing. She shut her eyes and bit down on her lip thinking 'this isn't happening' until everything went black. She drifted in and out of concieoousness wishing she would go to sleep and not wake up. EVER! This wasn't the first time and she doubted it would be the last...then he collapsed against her. She didn't move, afraid he would start again. She let out the breath that was burning her lungs. He laid there until his berathing became even. Then he got up and left. "Secrets Helga, secrets" he said then closed her door. Secrets! She was fed up with secrets. She closed her eyes and opened them again. It was happening again. "Get out of my room Bob! Leave me alone...please just get away from me" she cried. She heard someone calling her. But it wasn't Bob. It was someone else. "Helga?" her eyes opened and she stared into the face of a blonde hair and green eyes filled with worry. Still half asleep she looked at him comfused. "Arnold? What...where am I?" she asked sitting up. "You're room in the boarding house. Helga what was with the crying? Why were you telling Bob to get out of you're room?" he asked her. It all came back. The memories she had managed to shove into the back of her mind. Her stomach turned and she jumped out of bed. She ran down the hall to the bathroom and threw up what she was sure was everything she had ever eaten. She still felt sick though. She looked up at the sound of someone behind her and saw Arnold standing there with a glass of water. Then she just started crying. Arnold walked over to her and gave her the cup. She slowed her tears and took a sip. "Helga?" he said. He stopped then started again. "Why were you yelling at you're father to get away from you and leave you alone?" he asked. She looked at him. How could she tell him? He would hate her, she knew he would. "I...he...and then. The reason Miriam shot him was because he was..." she hesitated. It was so horrible. "He was?" Arnold persisted, though he had a sinking feeling in his stomach that he knew the answer. "Was he...using you?" he asked not sure on how to approach such a thing. He hoped she would shake her head, but she didn't. She nodded. Then she started crying all over again. "Don't hate me Arnold...please" she begged hugging him. He hugged her back. He couldnt hate Helga. It wasn't her fault her father had had twisted sex ideas. "I don't hate you Helga" he whispered to her. He kissed her head thinking it was a good thing Miriam had killed Bob. If she hadn't it would have been him. He sighed, hugging Helga tighter. He looked down to see she was asleep again. "Is everything ok in there Arnold?" he heard his grandpa call through the door. "Yes grandpa, we're fine. Helga was just feeling a liitle sick is all" he called back to him. Helga stirred and he stood up pulling her with him. They walked back to her room and he tucked her into bed. Then he sat on it next to her with her head on his chest. 'I think I know how to get Miriam's sentance shortened" was his last thought as he joined Helga in the world of sleep......... (To anyone who was offended or upset by this I'm really sorry.)
She laid very still, holding her breath. She could feel him stoking her face. The matress moved under his wegiht as he laid next to her. His hand went to her thigh and started runbbing it, then moed up. Her eyes were shut so hard they were starting to ache. His hand moved where even she didn't touch except to wash. "You've grown into such a beautiful young woman" he murmmred in her ear. He pushed her onto her back. "Leave me alone" she said. He didn't. "Shhh. I'm going to teach you something they don't teach in school, so you'll know what to expect..." he whispered. He sat on her. He was Heavy! "Miriam!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. When nothing happened she screamed again. Bob chuckled. "She's asleep Helga, my precious little Helga. I never even taught this to Olga" he said. Her nighty was up around her waist. She took a chance and swung her fist around. It connected but had no affect. She started hitting him and kicking trying to get him off her. He caught her fists in one hand and pressed his legs down on hers so she couldn't even move them. He srugged out of his dressing gown. He had nothing underneath. 'Oh God' she thought. "Please, dad stop, go away, please leave me alone". A little bit of her mind registered that she had called him dad and that she was begging. The rest of her mind was screaming at her to stop him. But she couldn't move! "I'm not going to hurt you, just teach you...". She hadn't known how far along he was with this until she felt him enter. She went to scream but his mouth landed on hers his tounge going straight in. She bit it. Instead of upsetting him he found it amusing. She shut her eyes and bit down on her lip thinking 'this isn't happening' until everything went black. She drifted in and out of concieoousness wishing she would go to sleep and not wake up. EVER! This wasn't the first time and she doubted it would be the last...then he collapsed against her. She didn't move, afraid he would start again. She let out the breath that was burning her lungs. He laid there until his berathing became even. Then he got up and left. "Secrets Helga, secrets" he said then closed her door. Secrets! She was fed up with secrets. She closed her eyes and opened them again. It was happening again. "Get out of my room Bob! Leave me alone...please just get away from me" she cried. She heard someone calling her. But it wasn't Bob. It was someone else. "Helga?" her eyes opened and she stared into the face of a blonde hair and green eyes filled with worry. Still half asleep she looked at him comfused. "Arnold? What...where am I?" she asked sitting up. "You're room in the boarding house. Helga what was with the crying? Why were you telling Bob to get out of you're room?" he asked her. It all came back. The memories she had managed to shove into the back of her mind. Her stomach turned and she jumped out of bed. She ran down the hall to the bathroom and threw up what she was sure was everything she had ever eaten. She still felt sick though. She looked up at the sound of someone behind her and saw Arnold standing there with a glass of water. Then she just started crying. Arnold walked over to her and gave her the cup. She slowed her tears and took a sip. "Helga?" he said. He stopped then started again. "Why were you yelling at you're father to get away from you and leave you alone?" he asked. She looked at him. How could she tell him? He would hate her, she knew he would. "I...he...and then. The reason Miriam shot him was because he was..." she hesitated. It was so horrible. "He was?" Arnold persisted, though he had a sinking feeling in his stomach that he knew the answer. "Was he...using you?" he asked not sure on how to approach such a thing. He hoped she would shake her head, but she didn't. She nodded. Then she started crying all over again. "Don't hate me Arnold...please" she begged hugging him. He hugged her back. He couldnt hate Helga. It wasn't her fault her father had had twisted sex ideas. "I don't hate you Helga" he whispered to her. He kissed her head thinking it was a good thing Miriam had killed Bob. If she hadn't it would have been him. He sighed, hugging Helga tighter. He looked down to see she was asleep again. "Is everything ok in there Arnold?" he heard his grandpa call through the door. "Yes grandpa, we're fine. Helga was just feeling a liitle sick is all" he called back to him. Helga stirred and he stood up pulling her with him. They walked back to her room and he tucked her into bed. Then he sat on it next to her with her head on his chest. 'I think I know how to get Miriam's sentance shortened" was his last thought as he joined Helga in the world of sleep......... (To anyone who was offended or upset by this I'm really sorry.)