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Helga began to collapse to the floor. She didn't know what to do. Her mother was coming back. What if she really wasn't better? What if she would just go back to her old ways once she came back? What would she think with Rebecca around the house? Could she deal with Bob anymore? He was the one that brought her to such a horrible life before. So many questions. So many questions. Helga's head started to hurt. Rebecca rushed to her side. She caught Helga's head before it hit the floor.

"Helga! It will be okay. We'll get through this. Believe me, I will not let Bob leave again. Helga? Please say something."

Helga lifted up her head. She had a sudden urge to run out the door again. But just as she moved a single toe her head flooded with images of Arnold and of her friends and of how great Rebecca was. She couldn't give up her life now, just as it started to get better.

"But what are we going to tell Bob?" Helga lifted her head to face Rebecca.

Rebecca turned her glance toward the floor and sighed. "I don't know. Your father is hard with these issues."

"On what issues?"

Helga and Rebecca darted their eyes to the door. There stood Bob with his usual stern look upon his face. His eyes conveyed a hint of confusion.

"Bob, you're home early," Rebecca remarked while helping Helga up. Simultaneously she got up herself and regained her composure.

"I closed a big deal and decided to take the rest of the day off. Now what is this about me being difficult with certain topics? What topics?" Bob looked questionably at them both.

Helga took a deep breath and swallowed hard. "Mir…Miriam is coming home," Helga barely got out.

Bob stared at her for a little while. "Okay then. I'm going upstairs to get packed to go back to Chicago."

Helga stared at her dad for a second and watched him ascend a few steps to his room. As if Helga was brought out of a coma she yelled at the top of her lungs, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'GO BACK TO CHICAGO'! Didn't you screw me over enough the last time you left me alone with Miriam and no one to help me! How can you be so selfish!" A single tear made a path down her face.

Bob quickly turned around and glared Helga down. "Oh yes Helga. I will absolutely stay and take care of my recently recovered EX-WIFE and dwindle away my life not thinking a single thought about myself. Well guess what little missy. Life isn't all about you and sometimes people have to think of themselves. So I am going to go upstairs and pack." Bob turned back around to face the upstairs.

Helga turned red and the creases on her face seemed to jump out. "THIS ISN'T ABOUT ME BOB! IT IS ABOUT YOU TAKING RESPONSIBILITY FOR WHAT YOU ARE PUTING WHAT IS LEFT OF OUR FAMILY THROUGH! DO SOMETHING NICE FOR ONCE AND ACTUALLY DON'T THINK OF YOURSELF FIRST!"

Bob quickly snapped around and slapped his hand across Helga's face. There left a deep gash on her cheek where Bob's beeper king ring dug into her face, the very same ring which Miriam got for him 2 years ago. Helga put her hand to her face. She grazed the cut. She looked down at the blood on her fingertips. Helga looked up just in time to see Bob jab a fat finger into her face.

"DON'T you ever talk to me like that!" And with that Bob lifted one giant foot after another up the stairs.

As if by response from Bob leaving, Rebecca started to move a little. With red eyes she walked up to Helga. She mouthed "I'm Sorry" to Helga and then walked upstairs.

Helga stood there for a minute listening to Bob stuffing all his clothes into his suitcase. When Helga finally gained realization of where she was she went with her first impulse and ran, but this time she knew where she was going and she knew it wasn't that far.