Helga and Arnold both smiled happily at the reunited couple who sat
silently holing hands on the bed. Helga took a step closer to Arnold as
Phoebe sighed and pulled away from Gerald. Her voice was low, but clear.
"Who else is here?" She tensed up. "We are not alone." Helga and Arnold
exchanged glances then looked about the room. In the corner of the room
stood a figure, in the shadows. His head was bowed, but his eyes were
visible. Helga tensed as well, taking a step back.
"Get lost, Football-Head wannabe!" She hissed, moving in front of Phoebe. Gerald glared at the figure and stood beside the bed.
"Hello, Helga-my love." Arnie said, stepping from the shadows. Helga's eyes narrowed menacingly. "What, no 'Hello'?"
"You hurt my best friend! Get lost!" Arnold had made his way to the phone, getting ready to call the security. He lifted the phone, but Arnie just grinned.
"I just wanted you all to know I'm watching. Don't let your guard down, or I could do worse." He said then shrugged and walked out the door. Arnold called the police and informed them to get Officers Jabez and Lorena on their way.
"Tell them Phoebe's attacker was here and it's an emergency," He said quickly.
"I'll tell them. Where is you current location, young man?" Came the nasally voice of the police officer.
"We're at the hospital. They know which one."
"They'll be on their way, young man. Have a nice day." And the phone clicked. Arnold stared at the receiver, his eyes narrowed.
"'Have a nice day'? That woman's crazy." Phoebe was trembling as she held Gerald's hand in her small hand. Gerald wrapped his arm around her shoulders and held her protectively to him.
"I'm worried." Phoebe said solemnly. "There are worse things then what he did to me. He could do a lot worse things then what he did. God knows what he will do."
"He won't do anything to hurt you again. I swear it!" Gerald hissed angrily.
"I'm not worried for myself. He's done with me. I just wonder who's next." She sighed heavily. Helga's brow furrowed in thought. What could Phoebe have meant? Surely he wouldn't hurt anyone else. Would he?
~*~*~*~*~
Phoebe went home a few days later, most of her wounds having healed and she was trying her best to return to a normal life. By the time she went back to school-about a week and a half later, everyone had heard about what had happened. Whenever anyone approached the subject of what happened Phoebe, Helga, Gerald, or Arnold would change the subject. By the end of the week barely anyone had said anything of what happened. One person, however, didn't believe the story.
"She probably hurt herself and blamed her injuries on Arnold's weird cousin Arnie to get Gerald to break up with Nadine. The nerve of them!" Rhonda hissed to her richer friends as they watched Gerald and Phoebe pass by hand-in-hand. Nadine would merely give a weak smile to the four when they passed. No one had the heart to talk with her about Gerald, and she was glad. She really liked him-but knew it would never happen when he loved Phoebe.
About two weeks after Phoebe had returned to school strange things began happening to Nadine. Some of her things began to come up missing. Little things at first, like some lipstick, a comb, and a ring-but then her clothes started to disappear, her CD player, her only picture of Gerald she had. She just didn't understand it. One day when she returned from home she went to her bedroom to change into a simple dress. She opened up her closet and only two dresses were in there. She sighed and grabbed a purple one then took off her jeans and her T-shirt and slipped the dress on. Sitting on the bed she sighed heavily and rolled her head on her shoulders in a circle. There was a crinkling sound. Blinking she reached behind her and fiddled with her tag. A small piece of paper came loose in her hand. Bringing it to her face it simply said:
"You're next."
Author's note: Yeah, yeah-sucky cliffhanger. I'm sorry. I wanted to get this chapter posted to all my loving fans! (J/k) Thanks to everyone who reviews this fic. To my last reviewer: I'm not putting them together just yet. There are many conflicts I do intent on putting them through. I know- poor peoples. I'm sorry that I have to do this, but my chapters will be posted less frequently-the farthest apart they will be is two weeks. I'll try to post them once every weekend because that's my free time; but then again I'm at my Mum's some weekends. I will NOT give up on this story. I repeat-I won't. I've never had this many reviews and I absolutely LOVE it. Those things motivate me to keep the story going so please, PLEASE keep reviewing. Sorry for the short chapter. They'll be longer. I hate writing chapters less than 1,000 words. Anyway. Love ya Lots. BTW Helgagurl-You need to update soon! ^. ^
~*CT*~
"Get lost, Football-Head wannabe!" She hissed, moving in front of Phoebe. Gerald glared at the figure and stood beside the bed.
"Hello, Helga-my love." Arnie said, stepping from the shadows. Helga's eyes narrowed menacingly. "What, no 'Hello'?"
"You hurt my best friend! Get lost!" Arnold had made his way to the phone, getting ready to call the security. He lifted the phone, but Arnie just grinned.
"I just wanted you all to know I'm watching. Don't let your guard down, or I could do worse." He said then shrugged and walked out the door. Arnold called the police and informed them to get Officers Jabez and Lorena on their way.
"Tell them Phoebe's attacker was here and it's an emergency," He said quickly.
"I'll tell them. Where is you current location, young man?" Came the nasally voice of the police officer.
"We're at the hospital. They know which one."
"They'll be on their way, young man. Have a nice day." And the phone clicked. Arnold stared at the receiver, his eyes narrowed.
"'Have a nice day'? That woman's crazy." Phoebe was trembling as she held Gerald's hand in her small hand. Gerald wrapped his arm around her shoulders and held her protectively to him.
"I'm worried." Phoebe said solemnly. "There are worse things then what he did to me. He could do a lot worse things then what he did. God knows what he will do."
"He won't do anything to hurt you again. I swear it!" Gerald hissed angrily.
"I'm not worried for myself. He's done with me. I just wonder who's next." She sighed heavily. Helga's brow furrowed in thought. What could Phoebe have meant? Surely he wouldn't hurt anyone else. Would he?
~*~*~*~*~
Phoebe went home a few days later, most of her wounds having healed and she was trying her best to return to a normal life. By the time she went back to school-about a week and a half later, everyone had heard about what had happened. Whenever anyone approached the subject of what happened Phoebe, Helga, Gerald, or Arnold would change the subject. By the end of the week barely anyone had said anything of what happened. One person, however, didn't believe the story.
"She probably hurt herself and blamed her injuries on Arnold's weird cousin Arnie to get Gerald to break up with Nadine. The nerve of them!" Rhonda hissed to her richer friends as they watched Gerald and Phoebe pass by hand-in-hand. Nadine would merely give a weak smile to the four when they passed. No one had the heart to talk with her about Gerald, and she was glad. She really liked him-but knew it would never happen when he loved Phoebe.
About two weeks after Phoebe had returned to school strange things began happening to Nadine. Some of her things began to come up missing. Little things at first, like some lipstick, a comb, and a ring-but then her clothes started to disappear, her CD player, her only picture of Gerald she had. She just didn't understand it. One day when she returned from home she went to her bedroom to change into a simple dress. She opened up her closet and only two dresses were in there. She sighed and grabbed a purple one then took off her jeans and her T-shirt and slipped the dress on. Sitting on the bed she sighed heavily and rolled her head on her shoulders in a circle. There was a crinkling sound. Blinking she reached behind her and fiddled with her tag. A small piece of paper came loose in her hand. Bringing it to her face it simply said:
"You're next."
Author's note: Yeah, yeah-sucky cliffhanger. I'm sorry. I wanted to get this chapter posted to all my loving fans! (J/k) Thanks to everyone who reviews this fic. To my last reviewer: I'm not putting them together just yet. There are many conflicts I do intent on putting them through. I know- poor peoples. I'm sorry that I have to do this, but my chapters will be posted less frequently-the farthest apart they will be is two weeks. I'll try to post them once every weekend because that's my free time; but then again I'm at my Mum's some weekends. I will NOT give up on this story. I repeat-I won't. I've never had this many reviews and I absolutely LOVE it. Those things motivate me to keep the story going so please, PLEASE keep reviewing. Sorry for the short chapter. They'll be longer. I hate writing chapters less than 1,000 words. Anyway. Love ya Lots. BTW Helgagurl-You need to update soon! ^. ^
~*CT*~