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Perfect? By: Lee-Kagome
Helga ran all the way back to her house at top speed, feeling as if she were soaring. 'Lordie Arnold just offered to let me live with him! ME!' she did a cartwheel in pure joy. Arriving back home she stopped to breath and calm her heart, and she shimmied up the tree and into her room, and began packing two suitcases one to carry clothes the other to carry her poetry books and other things that had to do with Arnold, she sure as hell didn't want Bob coming in here and reading through her personal things. Also she took some cash she had lying around her room and put it in her wallet, along with personal ID, she grabbed her CD's as well.
Once all this stuff was packed she looked around her room and smiled happily, she was leaving her wish had been granted, it was three years early but who cared, she sure as heck didn't. Sighing she opened the door and tip toed down the stairs and sat her suitcases down next to the front door, gathered up her courage and walked into the living room where her family was sitting around the TV laughing at some show or another, Miriam who usually was passed out on the couch or looking drunk was sitting up and attentive, Bob was smirking and Olga was laughing histerically.
They all looked towards her when she walked in, "See daddy I told you she would come out when she was hungry, I left you some food on the table." She said smiling. Snorting in response she glared at them all. " I am not eating that slop you call food, Olga, I wouldn't eat it if I were starving!" If this works the way I'm hoping it will, to Arnold's house I go. Olga looked as if she'd been slapped, and her bottom lip started to tremble as tears cascaded down her cheeks and a high annoying wail rose from her. Big Bob stood and his face was beet red, he stormed over to her and slapped her, the sound echoed throughout the room making Olga, stop her wailing and gasp in shock, and Miriam's mouth flew open, and Helga's head turned slightly as she brought a hand up to her cheek in shock.
It wasn't the pain that got her, it was the shock that he'd actually hit her. "You apologise right NOW young lady, you don't DARE talk to your sister that way!" He roared into her face. Glaring hatefully at him her face started to scrunch up in a snarl the skin around her eye started to turn red, and soon would be turning black. "Don't dare talk to her like that?! You should be happy that I talk to her at all you bastard! Or you too! I hate you all, always praising OLGA, you can't even get my name right, well guess what DAD it's HEL-GA! She screamed in his face tears forming in her eyes, from the pain, and hurt she was feeling. Stomping on his foot she ran back upstairs shoved her books and papers and locket into her bookbag as fast as she could she ran downstairs again swinging it onto her back, she grabbed her suitcases and was just about to open the door and leave her life behind when a hand grabbed her shoulder tightly
The surprise made her drop the suitcases and she spun to face a fhuming Bob, she instinctivly brought her knee up to his most sensitive area. grabbed the suitcases when he doubled over in pain and ran out of the door, her shirt getting torn to reveal a large red spot where a bruise was sure to form. She ran like a bat out of hell.
"He hit me!' She thought frantically as she ran. After what would have taken her ten minutes at a walk she reached the boarding house in five. Dropping her luggage she didn't realise what a mess she looked like, hair a frizzed, face red, from tears and the slap, and her clothes were disheveled, she knocked; more like pounded on the door. "Arnold! Open up please!" She cried frantically.
He was on his way back from the kitchen with a glass of water, he stopped hearing the pounding, on the front door and went over and opened it shocked to find a disheveled Helga standing there. "Helga? What happened to you?" He asked visibly worried. He moved to the side to allow her in, he grabbed her bags, and then led her upstairs to his room and put the bags down by the door, then directed her to sit on his couch and he sat down next to her. Sitting there she turned from him trying to hide the large bruise that was on her cheek and around her eye, she also turned so she could cry without him seeing, her body shuddered with each breath she took.
Frowning, he put a hand on her shoulder and his frown deepend when she yelped under his touch, he lifted his hand from her shoulder to see a fist sized bruise, gasping he gently turned her to look at him he growled a little seeing the one on her cheek. "Helga who did this to you? What happend?" he said softly, trying to contain the anger he felt at the person who had hurt her. Dropping her head she shook her head, and shook as more sobs wracked her body. His eyes softened as he slowly drew her in for a hug leaving room for her to push him away if she wanted to, but she seemed to lean into him, wrapping her arms around his waist and cried.
He was deeply disturbed as he ran his hand over her golden hair in a soothing motion. Who in the world could have maken the hardened Helga G. Pataki dissolve into tears like this? Whoever it was he felt himself developing a strong dislike toward. He looked down at her sobbing form in his arms, and noticed that he liked the feel of her in his arms. 'What the hell am I thinking? This is Helga...' He was brought out of his thoughts when she stilled, he looked down and noticed that she was breathing deeply, he was amazed, she was asleep. Shaking his head he gently picked her up and moved her over to his bed.
Pulling back the blankets he gently laid her down and removed her shoes, and socks smirking at the pink nail polish she wore. He pulled them up to cover her, and she unconciously snuggled into the covers breathing in his scent smiling, and rolled over. He smiled walking over to his closet and got out his sleeping bag, and spread it out on the floor and grabbed an extra pillow, he grabbed his walkman and got down into the bag and turned it on, letting his mind drift as he listened to the song that came up. It was "Twisted Angel" by Leann Rimes.
Ever since I was a little child
I was told to do no wrong
The angel in my mama's
precious eyes
Could be a devil with a heart
of stone
I couldn't help myself,
just had to go my way
Now I've got hell to pay
Yeah I'm a twisted angel
Flying wild and free
Yeah I'm a twisted angel
Flying to heaven on a
broken wing
Back when I was daddy's little girl
He brought me up on the
Rolling Stones
Thrown into the flame,
thrown into the world
That's when I learned how to rock n'roll
Look's like everything
has gone my way
But I've still got hell to raise
[Chorus]
My mama taught me right
But the devil's up my sleeve
It's made me kind of crazy
But it's all right with me
[Chorus]
He nodded, hands behind his head as he looked up at the night sky through his skylight. That describes Helga, he smirked a little, lil' miss hell raiser. Turning the walkman off he slowly drifted off to sleep, intent on finding out what happened to her in the morning, but for now, it was late and he was tired.
Helga, rolled over in his bed smiling dreaming about none other than Arnold. "Oh my love..." She sighed happily.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Well I hape you like ch.2 I had fun writing it. Keep the reviews coming please. I like the encouragement. ^_^ thanks everyone
Perfect? By: Lee-Kagome
Helga ran all the way back to her house at top speed, feeling as if she were soaring. 'Lordie Arnold just offered to let me live with him! ME!' she did a cartwheel in pure joy. Arriving back home she stopped to breath and calm her heart, and she shimmied up the tree and into her room, and began packing two suitcases one to carry clothes the other to carry her poetry books and other things that had to do with Arnold, she sure as hell didn't want Bob coming in here and reading through her personal things. Also she took some cash she had lying around her room and put it in her wallet, along with personal ID, she grabbed her CD's as well.
Once all this stuff was packed she looked around her room and smiled happily, she was leaving her wish had been granted, it was three years early but who cared, she sure as heck didn't. Sighing she opened the door and tip toed down the stairs and sat her suitcases down next to the front door, gathered up her courage and walked into the living room where her family was sitting around the TV laughing at some show or another, Miriam who usually was passed out on the couch or looking drunk was sitting up and attentive, Bob was smirking and Olga was laughing histerically.
They all looked towards her when she walked in, "See daddy I told you she would come out when she was hungry, I left you some food on the table." She said smiling. Snorting in response she glared at them all. " I am not eating that slop you call food, Olga, I wouldn't eat it if I were starving!" If this works the way I'm hoping it will, to Arnold's house I go. Olga looked as if she'd been slapped, and her bottom lip started to tremble as tears cascaded down her cheeks and a high annoying wail rose from her. Big Bob stood and his face was beet red, he stormed over to her and slapped her, the sound echoed throughout the room making Olga, stop her wailing and gasp in shock, and Miriam's mouth flew open, and Helga's head turned slightly as she brought a hand up to her cheek in shock.
It wasn't the pain that got her, it was the shock that he'd actually hit her. "You apologise right NOW young lady, you don't DARE talk to your sister that way!" He roared into her face. Glaring hatefully at him her face started to scrunch up in a snarl the skin around her eye started to turn red, and soon would be turning black. "Don't dare talk to her like that?! You should be happy that I talk to her at all you bastard! Or you too! I hate you all, always praising OLGA, you can't even get my name right, well guess what DAD it's HEL-GA! She screamed in his face tears forming in her eyes, from the pain, and hurt she was feeling. Stomping on his foot she ran back upstairs shoved her books and papers and locket into her bookbag as fast as she could she ran downstairs again swinging it onto her back, she grabbed her suitcases and was just about to open the door and leave her life behind when a hand grabbed her shoulder tightly
The surprise made her drop the suitcases and she spun to face a fhuming Bob, she instinctivly brought her knee up to his most sensitive area. grabbed the suitcases when he doubled over in pain and ran out of the door, her shirt getting torn to reveal a large red spot where a bruise was sure to form. She ran like a bat out of hell.
"He hit me!' She thought frantically as she ran. After what would have taken her ten minutes at a walk she reached the boarding house in five. Dropping her luggage she didn't realise what a mess she looked like, hair a frizzed, face red, from tears and the slap, and her clothes were disheveled, she knocked; more like pounded on the door. "Arnold! Open up please!" She cried frantically.
He was on his way back from the kitchen with a glass of water, he stopped hearing the pounding, on the front door and went over and opened it shocked to find a disheveled Helga standing there. "Helga? What happened to you?" He asked visibly worried. He moved to the side to allow her in, he grabbed her bags, and then led her upstairs to his room and put the bags down by the door, then directed her to sit on his couch and he sat down next to her. Sitting there she turned from him trying to hide the large bruise that was on her cheek and around her eye, she also turned so she could cry without him seeing, her body shuddered with each breath she took.
Frowning, he put a hand on her shoulder and his frown deepend when she yelped under his touch, he lifted his hand from her shoulder to see a fist sized bruise, gasping he gently turned her to look at him he growled a little seeing the one on her cheek. "Helga who did this to you? What happend?" he said softly, trying to contain the anger he felt at the person who had hurt her. Dropping her head she shook her head, and shook as more sobs wracked her body. His eyes softened as he slowly drew her in for a hug leaving room for her to push him away if she wanted to, but she seemed to lean into him, wrapping her arms around his waist and cried.
He was deeply disturbed as he ran his hand over her golden hair in a soothing motion. Who in the world could have maken the hardened Helga G. Pataki dissolve into tears like this? Whoever it was he felt himself developing a strong dislike toward. He looked down at her sobbing form in his arms, and noticed that he liked the feel of her in his arms. 'What the hell am I thinking? This is Helga...' He was brought out of his thoughts when she stilled, he looked down and noticed that she was breathing deeply, he was amazed, she was asleep. Shaking his head he gently picked her up and moved her over to his bed.
Pulling back the blankets he gently laid her down and removed her shoes, and socks smirking at the pink nail polish she wore. He pulled them up to cover her, and she unconciously snuggled into the covers breathing in his scent smiling, and rolled over. He smiled walking over to his closet and got out his sleeping bag, and spread it out on the floor and grabbed an extra pillow, he grabbed his walkman and got down into the bag and turned it on, letting his mind drift as he listened to the song that came up. It was "Twisted Angel" by Leann Rimes.
Ever since I was a little child
I was told to do no wrong
The angel in my mama's
precious eyes
Could be a devil with a heart
of stone
I couldn't help myself,
just had to go my way
Now I've got hell to pay
Yeah I'm a twisted angel
Flying wild and free
Yeah I'm a twisted angel
Flying to heaven on a
broken wing
Back when I was daddy's little girl
He brought me up on the
Rolling Stones
Thrown into the flame,
thrown into the world
That's when I learned how to rock n'roll
Look's like everything
has gone my way
But I've still got hell to raise
[Chorus]
My mama taught me right
But the devil's up my sleeve
It's made me kind of crazy
But it's all right with me
[Chorus]
He nodded, hands behind his head as he looked up at the night sky through his skylight. That describes Helga, he smirked a little, lil' miss hell raiser. Turning the walkman off he slowly drifted off to sleep, intent on finding out what happened to her in the morning, but for now, it was late and he was tired.
Helga, rolled over in his bed smiling dreaming about none other than Arnold. "Oh my love..." She sighed happily.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Well I hape you like ch.2 I had fun writing it. Keep the reviews coming please. I like the encouragement. ^_^ thanks everyone