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Helena remembered the first time she had met Arnie. He was a good looking kid from California and he was Carl's best friend. Arnie was always nice to her, it seemed to Helena that Arnie like her more than he let on. Sometimes Helena caught him looking at her, but she didn't say anything, she knew if she did Carl would never forgive him.
Helena remembered the endless carefree days she spent with Arnie and Carl, sitting around Carl's house joking and laughing. Sometimes when Helena didn't feel well Arnie would make her laugh and she felt better. She became close friends with Arnie after a while, began to confide things in him that she would've never dared to tell anyone else. That brought them closer together and Helena could tell Arnie wanted more, but she would never try to jeopardize her relationship with Carl; Carl took care of her, Carl was the only one she had.
Although she didn't want more than a friendly relationship with Arnie, she liked being able to talk to someone, someone who could relate. It was hard for Carl to relate with Helena, he had a good childhood, he was pampered and spoiled. Arnie could relate with her, his childhood was almost as bad as hers. Carl had taken Arnie in when they were young, they spent their teenage years living together, they were like brothers. It seemed to Helena that Carl was their protector, he had helped them both.
Arnie had told her once that she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. That was when they first met, before their close friendship. Helena was flattered when she heard this from Arnie, who wouldn't be? One night when Carl couldn't get off work, Helena and Arnie hung out together. Carl had asked her about her childhood, she was somewhat reluctant to tell him. After a while, Arnie managed to get the whole story out of her. He sat somberly and listened to her speak, silently nodding at times. When she finished Arnie told about his past, about his parents and lifestyle back then. His parents weren't the best people in the world, his father worked as a garbage man and his mother never worked. The most work she had ever done in her life was giving birth to Arnie, and it seemed as though she resented Arnie for this. Their house was never clean, Arnie barely ate anything, his father's paycheck being used for liquor. Some nights when his parents really got bad they'd hit him and he'd have to hide the bruise marks at school. Arnie never really had any friends until he met Carl. Helena was amazed by this story, she had always thought that Arnie was like Carl, from that time on Helena respected Arnie more.
That's why she needed Arnie now, she needed his advice, he was like her older brother. If there was anyone who could possibly help her now, it was Arnie. Since Carl was locked up, Arnie was the only other person she could rely on.
Helena picked up the phone and dialed Arnie's phone number. "Arnie? Hi, we need to talk. Can I come down to your office tomorrow? Thanks, I really appreciate this. Bye." Helena hung the phone up and lied down on the couch. She wanted nothing more than to sleep, but instead she cried. She had always been a strong person and she never cried, but this was too much. She'd cried a lot lately, she couldn't control it, she didn't want to but somehow it made her feel better. But this time she wasn't crying from sadness, she was crying from anger. She knew that the man at the park was part of the Obregons. She wanted revenge now, she wanted to know that her life and her family's lives were not endangered. Bitterly she cried until she heard David come into the room.
"Mommy? Why are you crying?" He said, walking over to her and kneeling down next to the couch. Helena wiped her tears away.
"I'm just sad, darling." She explained.
"About Daddy?"
"Yes, about Daddy." Helena said nodding.
"Don't be sad Mommy." David said climbing onto the couch next to his mother. David snuggled up to his mother, his head on her chest, his fingers curling around her hair. Helena placed her hands on his back. They began to breathe together and finally they both fell asleep, feeling safe and warm.