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Chapter 4: "I wanna..."
Helga was waiting, full of patience on one of the library tables. She took one of her books, but she wasn't paying all her attention. She could go home, and wait there for Arnold. But the day was too much beautiful for ruin it, going home so soon. She just sent a message to her mother, telling her that she will arrive late because of a school-work. She wasn't used to tell her parents when she arrived, what she was going to do... anyway they didn't seem to care. But yesterday, his father had told her that she'd better went home soon. It was the first time since so long that she feared her father. Not because of him, it was because she feared loose the person that she loved, then she got it. It wasn't the first time that she saw her father acting with an irrational rage, it was just now that he could try to separate her from her beloved...
She had to think about something. Talk to her mother, on a clear and direct tone would be the best option. Maybe she could convince her or give her advices to work again. Maybe not on Bob's empire, but she had to stop drinking and feel so worthless. After thinking about the way she could solve one of them, she felt better. 'Now I can't think about Bob, it's too difficult now... oh, why Arnold don't come just now from Mr.Shirebourg office?' – she thought looking the late rays of sunlight. It must have passed an hour since she was on the library thinking and trying to read the same page of her history book. She had to turn her head several times to look at the door, to know if someone was coming. Nothing. She let out another sigh.
Meanwhile, Arnold was finishing the work that his teacher had prepared for him. He went fast trying to make as less as possible mistakes, so he could leave soon. After a tense minutes while Mr.Shirebourg was reading Arnold's work, and he tried to seem patient, he warned Arnold that the next time it could be worse, that he had to use all his attention on his classes, that he has a good mind if he wanted to use it and all that stuff.
Arnold opened softly the library's door. He watched how the late rays of sunlight was falling on Helga's hair. On Helga's soft skin. She couldn't look at him, she felt him behind her. She waited until he came next to her... she felt the shiver down her spine. He embraced her, putting his head next to hers. She closed her eyes and smiled.
"Mmm... I think that you didn't do a lot of work since I was hard-working, hhm?" – said Arnold amused, rubbing her hair. She opened her eyes and gazed at him biting her lips. He looked at her too.
"Come on, let's go..." – she said in a whisper while closing her book. He let her stand up and followed her out of the library.
They started their way home slowly. She was a bit absent still worried for how to face all that Big Bob thing, she didn't want to hide or that anyone told her what to do with her life, even her father. 'He don't really care about me, he's just worried about what other people could think... that's not fair!' – she thought angrily.
"Helga...?" – said Arnold waking her from her thoughts. He was looking at her sweetly.
"Uh... sorry Football-head, I was thinking about all that Bob thing..." – saig Helga truthfully making pressure over Arnold's hand. She was worried, yes, but when she was next to him she felt always better, like if their problems was easier, like she could really face everything. He nodded but kept silent remembering the conversation that they had. He was going to let her find her best choice to solve that.
"Well, do you let me walk you home, anyway?" – said him.
"I think I'd better walk YOU home and then go home by myself... before talking with Big Bob, we better don't tempt our luck "making love scenes" in front of my house" – said Helga laughing.
He blushed a little at the two words "make love", and felt his legs go weak thinking about that. From a few months ago, he had thought about that several times, in a natural way, thinking that maybe one day, their caresses and kisses could gave them far away. More than one time they was almost going to do it without even talk about that, not even planned or anything, just things went like that. It was obvious that their passion was growing, and someday this step would be done. He was not worried about WHEN it would happen, but just felt flustered about it. He knew he was prepared to do it. But just because he just could thought about that possibility with Helga. Anyway, he didn't know by her own words if she was prepared too, so he just waited, without hurry, that someday they will talk about it.
"What are you thinking now, Arnold? You seem absent too" – said Helga laughing again.
"Nothing, really" – said him stopping on his tracks for one moment. She stopped too looking at him amused. He gently put some hair that was falling on her face behind her ear. – "nothing important. Well, we have just arrived at my house..."
"Yeah..."
"So.. you wanna come in?" – asked Arnold feeling his cheeks turning red again. Helga smiled warmly.
"Maybe later... now I should go home and talk with Miriam..."
"Ok..." – said Arnold in a whisper looking at her, starting to breathe heavily. She smiled evilly, took him by one arm and pulled his body against a wall, on a hided street. She pressed her body against his and looked at him straight on the eyes. They kissed with passion, fearing nothing, one kiss lead to another, mixing their tonges and feeling breathless, rubbing their skin hotly, feeling shivers, feeling the fast beats on their chests. He pulled away to breath after about ten minutes. She was taking deep breaths too.
"I.... have to leave..." – said Helga without moving and still breathing hard. He pressed her close and they start kissing again. After another ten minutes he put her against the wall and stopped kissing at her to gave a deep look at her eyes, rubbing her hair, full of love. She caressed slowly his arms and then put her hands on his cheeks.
"I wanna make love to you" – whispered Helga on Arnold's ear. He opened his eyes wide, totally shocked. Her face was burning and she was looking at he ground. He softened his expression and put her chin up.
"Are you sure?" – said Arnold on a whisper too. She nodded.
"I am... but... do you...? I mean..." – she started nervously. He laughed softly.
"I do. I wanna make love to you too, Helga." – said Arnold rubbing her hair again. She smiled and felt so fortunate to be with a person like him. They hugged tight, happy and smiling. Now keeping that "secret", feeling this new complicity between them.
"But now, I really have to go home, honey..."- said Helga dreamily.
"Honey?" – said Arnold amused. "I thought that I will never hear such a thing from your mouth"
"Uh.. It came without thinking, I guess" – said Helga feeling ashamed- "Oh! Look what I'm turning into! In a few months I will be like the old Miss Perfect!!"
"Hey! She's not that bad... isn't she?" – said Arnold still smiling. She raised one eyebrow. – "Ok, so call me football-head again, I promise I will delete that word that you said" – laughed Arnold.
"You better do it, football-head! I have a reputation to keep..." – said Helga smiling evilly.
"Sure, honey..." – said Arnold having fun. She blushed and punched him friendly on his arm. He put his arms around her waist and gave her a soft kiss on her lips. She smiled again.
"Ok... mm... see you later?" – asked Arnold. She nodded.
"I will find you later" – she gave him a last and short kiss and runned to her house. He waited on the street until he couldn't see her. Then, dreamily opened the door of the boarding house.
* * *
"Miriam?" – yelled Helga going to the living room. There she found Miriam, laying on the couch as usual. She took a deep breath. 'Ok, Helga, now is the time... don't get mad, don't get angry, don't be selfish... just try to make her understand...'
"Miriam...?" – repeated Helga softer sitting down on the carpet, next to the couch. Her mother opened her eyes slowly.
"Hon..? What's wrong?"- started Miriam with a sleepy voice. Helga checked on the empty glasses that was laying on the living room's table.
"Mom... I have to talk with you."
"What is it, honey?"
"Could you please, sit down?" – said Helga feeling so nervous. Her mother was clearly surprised and accepted what her daughter was asking to her.
"Mom.. I've been thinking... and this has to stop."
"What do you mean, Helga?" – Helga woke up and took one glass. She gaved it to her mother.
"This, mom. You say that is just a smoothie... but that's not true. I'm not a child anymore, and when I was I still knew... but... I don't know I was just trying to think that I didn't care... but I care, mom! Do you remember that time, when you worked on Bob's office? You did it so fine! Well... you became an addict to work... but start slow... and solve your alcohol problem... I mean that's what I think...
"Helga..." – her mother had tears on her eyes seeing how her daughter was so worried for her.
"We can look on the newspaper to find a good job for you, Miriam..."
"Could you say mom again? It sound so... nice..." – said Miriam hugging her daughter. – "Thanks Helga... for talk with me so truthfully... I mean I knew that I was forgetting about you... but I felt so worthless..."
Helga smiled feeling tears on her eyes. She remembered that hope sign on her mother eyes... and she knew that she will try to do it. She took the newspaper and they started to watch at the work section. She never talked that way to her mother, she used to be sarcastic with her... but she knew that this was the only way for her...
"Mom... I.. I believe on you, I know that you can do it... ok?" – said Helga making a last effort to stay calmed with her. She really thought what she said, but for her was always hard to express on the correct way her feelings. Her mom felt flustered and deeply moved by her daughter determination. She started to feel better, but then...
"Hey, what the heck is that?" – said an angry voice. It was Big Bob, standing on the middle of the living room raising her left side eyebrow.
"I'm talking with mom, Bob" – said Helga with an indiferent tone keeping her gaze on the newspaper.
"I'm going to find a job" – said Miriam with a new force on her voice and standing up, crossing her arms on her chest.
"You? Find a job?? And for what? For leave it or quit it at the second day?"
"I'm going to find a job, and you are going to be surprised, Bob. I can do it now, because I want to do it!" – then she looked at her daughter – "and someone believes on me on this house. Someone who deserves to be listened."
Helga smiled feeling her victory, and feeling gladly surprised about her mother's reaction.
"Who? She? That little...?"
"Stop it, Bob!" – said Helga in a warning tone.
"Don't talk to me on that tone little lady!" – yelled Bob making a step towards Helga. – "If you have seen what I saw yesterday, Miriam! Our daughter kissing and staying on the arms of that... orphan boy!!" – said him with a disgusting expression on his face.
"HIS NAME IS ARNOLD!" – yelled Helga out of control. Miriam seemed surprised and a little out of place. – "AND YOU BETTER KEEP THAT NAME ON MIND BECAUSE I'M GOING TO SEE HIM, I'M GOING TO STAY WITH HIM, AND YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING TO STOP ME!"
Bob's face turned pale of anger. Then he slapped her daughter without warning. She stayed with her mouth open and feeling a little crash inside herself. Then, she took her bag and runned away from that. Miriam took the arm of his husband, and the last thing that she heard was her mother saying "let her go, now. She will come back..."
Helga runned away, tears falling down her cheeks. She runned far away and when she stopped... she was in front of Arnod's house. She, after all, could help but smile bittersweetly. She climbed by the fire scape and went on the roof. By the glass roof she saw her beloved laying down on his couch. He saw her immediately and climbed to the roof. She jumped to his arms and started crying again, helpless. He embraced her and let her cry as much as she wanted, worried as the way she felt.
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Wow... I can't really believe that I'm writing this story and I keep on posting chapters... I don't know if there are some people who really reads it...but anyway, I'm going to keep on writing, because I just want to...
Thanks who rewiewed the last chapter:
Gwynn: Thank you so much!!!!!! I have to say that I tryed to read your story Set me Free, but by the way I found it too dense for me (I was all the time with my dictionary next to me, and as you could imagine, if you are looking for the words all the time, at the end you forget what was you reading!). Maybe when my mind is clearer I will start again with your story, because it seemed super interesting! : ) Do you really like psychology and spanish? :P Well I hope that you will read this chapter too... I'm pleased that I took your interest on the story.
Jae B : Finally you updated the Blue oceans! I was waiting for you to do it! Thanks for your rewiew, it put me a smile on my face, and gave me hope to keep on writing. Of course I have problems with english grammar, but by the moment I'm working with a dictionary... maybe I will need some help on the next chapters, so don't worry if you find an e-mail sooner or later : ) .
As I said, feel free to say your opinion, advices, whathever you want.
Yours, Estel Fugaç.
Chapter 4: "I wanna..."
Helga was waiting, full of patience on one of the library tables. She took one of her books, but she wasn't paying all her attention. She could go home, and wait there for Arnold. But the day was too much beautiful for ruin it, going home so soon. She just sent a message to her mother, telling her that she will arrive late because of a school-work. She wasn't used to tell her parents when she arrived, what she was going to do... anyway they didn't seem to care. But yesterday, his father had told her that she'd better went home soon. It was the first time since so long that she feared her father. Not because of him, it was because she feared loose the person that she loved, then she got it. It wasn't the first time that she saw her father acting with an irrational rage, it was just now that he could try to separate her from her beloved...
She had to think about something. Talk to her mother, on a clear and direct tone would be the best option. Maybe she could convince her or give her advices to work again. Maybe not on Bob's empire, but she had to stop drinking and feel so worthless. After thinking about the way she could solve one of them, she felt better. 'Now I can't think about Bob, it's too difficult now... oh, why Arnold don't come just now from Mr.Shirebourg office?' – she thought looking the late rays of sunlight. It must have passed an hour since she was on the library thinking and trying to read the same page of her history book. She had to turn her head several times to look at the door, to know if someone was coming. Nothing. She let out another sigh.
Meanwhile, Arnold was finishing the work that his teacher had prepared for him. He went fast trying to make as less as possible mistakes, so he could leave soon. After a tense minutes while Mr.Shirebourg was reading Arnold's work, and he tried to seem patient, he warned Arnold that the next time it could be worse, that he had to use all his attention on his classes, that he has a good mind if he wanted to use it and all that stuff.
Arnold opened softly the library's door. He watched how the late rays of sunlight was falling on Helga's hair. On Helga's soft skin. She couldn't look at him, she felt him behind her. She waited until he came next to her... she felt the shiver down her spine. He embraced her, putting his head next to hers. She closed her eyes and smiled.
"Mmm... I think that you didn't do a lot of work since I was hard-working, hhm?" – said Arnold amused, rubbing her hair. She opened her eyes and gazed at him biting her lips. He looked at her too.
"Come on, let's go..." – she said in a whisper while closing her book. He let her stand up and followed her out of the library.
They started their way home slowly. She was a bit absent still worried for how to face all that Big Bob thing, she didn't want to hide or that anyone told her what to do with her life, even her father. 'He don't really care about me, he's just worried about what other people could think... that's not fair!' – she thought angrily.
"Helga...?" – said Arnold waking her from her thoughts. He was looking at her sweetly.
"Uh... sorry Football-head, I was thinking about all that Bob thing..." – saig Helga truthfully making pressure over Arnold's hand. She was worried, yes, but when she was next to him she felt always better, like if their problems was easier, like she could really face everything. He nodded but kept silent remembering the conversation that they had. He was going to let her find her best choice to solve that.
"Well, do you let me walk you home, anyway?" – said him.
"I think I'd better walk YOU home and then go home by myself... before talking with Big Bob, we better don't tempt our luck "making love scenes" in front of my house" – said Helga laughing.
He blushed a little at the two words "make love", and felt his legs go weak thinking about that. From a few months ago, he had thought about that several times, in a natural way, thinking that maybe one day, their caresses and kisses could gave them far away. More than one time they was almost going to do it without even talk about that, not even planned or anything, just things went like that. It was obvious that their passion was growing, and someday this step would be done. He was not worried about WHEN it would happen, but just felt flustered about it. He knew he was prepared to do it. But just because he just could thought about that possibility with Helga. Anyway, he didn't know by her own words if she was prepared too, so he just waited, without hurry, that someday they will talk about it.
"What are you thinking now, Arnold? You seem absent too" – said Helga laughing again.
"Nothing, really" – said him stopping on his tracks for one moment. She stopped too looking at him amused. He gently put some hair that was falling on her face behind her ear. – "nothing important. Well, we have just arrived at my house..."
"Yeah..."
"So.. you wanna come in?" – asked Arnold feeling his cheeks turning red again. Helga smiled warmly.
"Maybe later... now I should go home and talk with Miriam..."
"Ok..." – said Arnold in a whisper looking at her, starting to breathe heavily. She smiled evilly, took him by one arm and pulled his body against a wall, on a hided street. She pressed her body against his and looked at him straight on the eyes. They kissed with passion, fearing nothing, one kiss lead to another, mixing their tonges and feeling breathless, rubbing their skin hotly, feeling shivers, feeling the fast beats on their chests. He pulled away to breath after about ten minutes. She was taking deep breaths too.
"I.... have to leave..." – said Helga without moving and still breathing hard. He pressed her close and they start kissing again. After another ten minutes he put her against the wall and stopped kissing at her to gave a deep look at her eyes, rubbing her hair, full of love. She caressed slowly his arms and then put her hands on his cheeks.
"I wanna make love to you" – whispered Helga on Arnold's ear. He opened his eyes wide, totally shocked. Her face was burning and she was looking at he ground. He softened his expression and put her chin up.
"Are you sure?" – said Arnold on a whisper too. She nodded.
"I am... but... do you...? I mean..." – she started nervously. He laughed softly.
"I do. I wanna make love to you too, Helga." – said Arnold rubbing her hair again. She smiled and felt so fortunate to be with a person like him. They hugged tight, happy and smiling. Now keeping that "secret", feeling this new complicity between them.
"But now, I really have to go home, honey..."- said Helga dreamily.
"Honey?" – said Arnold amused. "I thought that I will never hear such a thing from your mouth"
"Uh.. It came without thinking, I guess" – said Helga feeling ashamed- "Oh! Look what I'm turning into! In a few months I will be like the old Miss Perfect!!"
"Hey! She's not that bad... isn't she?" – said Arnold still smiling. She raised one eyebrow. – "Ok, so call me football-head again, I promise I will delete that word that you said" – laughed Arnold.
"You better do it, football-head! I have a reputation to keep..." – said Helga smiling evilly.
"Sure, honey..." – said Arnold having fun. She blushed and punched him friendly on his arm. He put his arms around her waist and gave her a soft kiss on her lips. She smiled again.
"Ok... mm... see you later?" – asked Arnold. She nodded.
"I will find you later" – she gave him a last and short kiss and runned to her house. He waited on the street until he couldn't see her. Then, dreamily opened the door of the boarding house.
* * *
"Miriam?" – yelled Helga going to the living room. There she found Miriam, laying on the couch as usual. She took a deep breath. 'Ok, Helga, now is the time... don't get mad, don't get angry, don't be selfish... just try to make her understand...'
"Miriam...?" – repeated Helga softer sitting down on the carpet, next to the couch. Her mother opened her eyes slowly.
"Hon..? What's wrong?"- started Miriam with a sleepy voice. Helga checked on the empty glasses that was laying on the living room's table.
"Mom... I have to talk with you."
"What is it, honey?"
"Could you please, sit down?" – said Helga feeling so nervous. Her mother was clearly surprised and accepted what her daughter was asking to her.
"Mom.. I've been thinking... and this has to stop."
"What do you mean, Helga?" – Helga woke up and took one glass. She gaved it to her mother.
"This, mom. You say that is just a smoothie... but that's not true. I'm not a child anymore, and when I was I still knew... but... I don't know I was just trying to think that I didn't care... but I care, mom! Do you remember that time, when you worked on Bob's office? You did it so fine! Well... you became an addict to work... but start slow... and solve your alcohol problem... I mean that's what I think...
"Helga..." – her mother had tears on her eyes seeing how her daughter was so worried for her.
"We can look on the newspaper to find a good job for you, Miriam..."
"Could you say mom again? It sound so... nice..." – said Miriam hugging her daughter. – "Thanks Helga... for talk with me so truthfully... I mean I knew that I was forgetting about you... but I felt so worthless..."
Helga smiled feeling tears on her eyes. She remembered that hope sign on her mother eyes... and she knew that she will try to do it. She took the newspaper and they started to watch at the work section. She never talked that way to her mother, she used to be sarcastic with her... but she knew that this was the only way for her...
"Mom... I.. I believe on you, I know that you can do it... ok?" – said Helga making a last effort to stay calmed with her. She really thought what she said, but for her was always hard to express on the correct way her feelings. Her mom felt flustered and deeply moved by her daughter determination. She started to feel better, but then...
"Hey, what the heck is that?" – said an angry voice. It was Big Bob, standing on the middle of the living room raising her left side eyebrow.
"I'm talking with mom, Bob" – said Helga with an indiferent tone keeping her gaze on the newspaper.
"I'm going to find a job" – said Miriam with a new force on her voice and standing up, crossing her arms on her chest.
"You? Find a job?? And for what? For leave it or quit it at the second day?"
"I'm going to find a job, and you are going to be surprised, Bob. I can do it now, because I want to do it!" – then she looked at her daughter – "and someone believes on me on this house. Someone who deserves to be listened."
Helga smiled feeling her victory, and feeling gladly surprised about her mother's reaction.
"Who? She? That little...?"
"Stop it, Bob!" – said Helga in a warning tone.
"Don't talk to me on that tone little lady!" – yelled Bob making a step towards Helga. – "If you have seen what I saw yesterday, Miriam! Our daughter kissing and staying on the arms of that... orphan boy!!" – said him with a disgusting expression on his face.
"HIS NAME IS ARNOLD!" – yelled Helga out of control. Miriam seemed surprised and a little out of place. – "AND YOU BETTER KEEP THAT NAME ON MIND BECAUSE I'M GOING TO SEE HIM, I'M GOING TO STAY WITH HIM, AND YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING TO STOP ME!"
Bob's face turned pale of anger. Then he slapped her daughter without warning. She stayed with her mouth open and feeling a little crash inside herself. Then, she took her bag and runned away from that. Miriam took the arm of his husband, and the last thing that she heard was her mother saying "let her go, now. She will come back..."
Helga runned away, tears falling down her cheeks. She runned far away and when she stopped... she was in front of Arnod's house. She, after all, could help but smile bittersweetly. She climbed by the fire scape and went on the roof. By the glass roof she saw her beloved laying down on his couch. He saw her immediately and climbed to the roof. She jumped to his arms and started crying again, helpless. He embraced her and let her cry as much as she wanted, worried as the way she felt.
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Wow... I can't really believe that I'm writing this story and I keep on posting chapters... I don't know if there are some people who really reads it...but anyway, I'm going to keep on writing, because I just want to...
Thanks who rewiewed the last chapter:
Gwynn: Thank you so much!!!!!! I have to say that I tryed to read your story Set me Free, but by the way I found it too dense for me (I was all the time with my dictionary next to me, and as you could imagine, if you are looking for the words all the time, at the end you forget what was you reading!). Maybe when my mind is clearer I will start again with your story, because it seemed super interesting! : ) Do you really like psychology and spanish? :P Well I hope that you will read this chapter too... I'm pleased that I took your interest on the story.
Jae B : Finally you updated the Blue oceans! I was waiting for you to do it! Thanks for your rewiew, it put me a smile on my face, and gave me hope to keep on writing. Of course I have problems with english grammar, but by the moment I'm working with a dictionary... maybe I will need some help on the next chapters, so don't worry if you find an e-mail sooner or later : ) .
As I said, feel free to say your opinion, advices, whathever you want.
Yours, Estel Fugaç.