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I am so excited for you all to read this story. This story was created to explore the relationship between Helga and Arnold beyond TJM. HOF isn't for the faint of heart as it has some heavy topics Family, Loss, Teen drinking and Codependency. TWs will be posted before every chapter. Don't get discouraged, because at the same time HOF has so much heart that will give you equal parts fluff, friendship, tenderness, and more. The ending and the journey is worth it, so stick with HOF! I will not abandon this story. I am already 18 chapters in with a full outline to carry us to the end.
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TW: Teen Substance Abuse
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Helga's Christmas
The sky was a light shade of blue, peeking from behind a sheet of thick white clouds. The teenager wrapped her pink coat tightly around her slender body, as the air turned her cream cheeks a soft shade of pink. She kept spitting out the loose strands of blonde hair. She removed the strands that stuck to the glitter lip gloss that her older sister, Olga had insisted she wear. "Criminy, I wish my pigtails didn't grow so long." She pulled at one of her long pigtails. She cursed them for not being able to stick to the sides of her head like they used to. She moved the extra strands of hair that gravitated towards her blue eyes. "This beanie isn't even helping." she clenched her teeth and adjusted the lavender beanie before she let out a heavy groan. Once she reached the corner, she looked at her watch and hurried her pace. When she reached her destination, the teen leaned against the metal gate and closed her eyes to catch her breath. She leaned from against the gate, adjusted herself, and brushed off her pink pants. She took a few more deep breaths and felt warm fabric against her eyelids.
"Helga," His warm breath brushed against her ear and she couldn't help but smiled at the sound of his voice. He removed his gloves from her eyes. She opened them and arched her brow at the sight.
"Really, Football Head, this is your surprise?" She shook her head.
"Helga, who doesn't love Christmas trees?"
"I mean I guess they're okay."
"Okay?" He wrapped his arms around her waist which caused her cheeks to deepen in shade.
She settled her breath to continue. "Bob, brings one home, so Miriam and Olga can decorate it." she shrugged. "Pfft, the only time I engage with the thing is to get my presents from underneath it" She crossed her arms over her chest. "You gotta give it to the Patakis, they're all about big and flashy." He put his chin on her shoulder.
"Well, at least you're not like that." He said into her ear. She looked over her shoulder and met his grin. She rolled her eyes at the sight.
"Who says I'm not, Football Head?" She smirked and looked back at the different trees .
"I know you're not."
"Yeah? How so?" She bit her lip to conceal her smirk.
"Just a gut feeling." He rubbed his cheek against hers.
"If it's your gut, then it's not trustworthy." She giggled
"Why not?" He leaned closer to her ear.
"Because your gut would be as dense as you, Doi?" She arched a side of her brow.
"Hey, I'm not that dense." They both laughed.."Well, anymore." He watched her look back at the trees.
" Oh Arnold" She shook her head.
"Yes, Helga?" He questioned. He removed some of some hair sticking to her lip gloss and she shivered at the gesture. "What's wrong?" He whispered into her ear.
"Nothing's wrong." She said lower than expected and cleared her throat. "I'm just curious, who brings their girlfriend on their first date to a Christmas tree lot?" She turned around to face him. Arnold's cheeks the same shade of pink as hers. "jeez, what's eating you, Arnoldo?" He bit his lip before he met her gaze.
"I just like hearing you say that you're my girlfriend"
"I am- Doi." She turned around to fully face him, "right?" she bit her bottom lip, a bit unsure all of sudden. Arnold grabbed her hand and the fabric of his blue glove rubbed against her pink one. They looked down at their gloves and smiled up at each other.
"Of course you are, Helga. I just like to hear you say it."
"I mean whatever floats your boat, Football Head". Arnold smiled at the shakiness in his girlfriend's voice.
He rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand and let out a sigh. "So, I know after San Lorenzo I wasn't ready to make us official."
"I say." She put her free hand on her hip. "Four whole years of not being ready" She looked at him from the corner of her eye. "But, who's counting." she rolled her eyes.
He rubs his glove down his arm "well, you weren't ready either." He said softly.
"Pfft, I've been ready my whole life!" She crossed her arms over her chest. "In case you forgot, I declared my love for you, twice."
"Come on Helga, you pulled away every time I tried to hold your hand." he smiled.
"Yeah. so?" She lowered her eyes.
"And if I tried to kiss you", he moved his head closer, their lips only inches away from each other.
Helga's face turned a brighter shade of pink."And. So?" She looked away from Aronld's green eyes and cursed her flushed cheeks.
He placed a finger under her chin that made her face him. "I'm ready now." He stared with half hooded eyes. "I'm glad that you're ready too." He rubbed her cheek with the glove that was still pressed against her face.
"Well, you're welcome." She leaned back on her heels and leaned forward "So, did you bring me here to impress me?" She tried her hardest to change the subject.
"Impress You?" He arched a brow taking the bait.
"Oh you know, Mr. I'm fifteen and can work all of a sudden." She playfully hit his shoulder. He smiled at her with a soft laugh and rubbed the area. Playful or not, Helga was stronger than she knew.
"Jealous?" He titled his head to the side and she copied the gesture.
"Why would I be Jealous?"
"Maybe because you can't work until you turn fifteen next year." He stood up straight and she did the same.
"It's a stupid rule, anyway." She smirked at him "Besides, why do I need to work when I have you?"
"I had a dream your dad had said that exact same thing once."
"Then it must be true."
"Whatever you say, Helga."
"Wait, what else happened in your dream?" She raised a brow
"Oh, you know we got married, had kids" He tried to walk away and she pulled him back
"Wait, you were dreaming about marrying me?" Her eyes got wide in excitement.
"I mean just a couple of times."He shrugged.
"A couple of times?" She gave him a sly smile and leaned closer to him "So you're dreaming about me becoming Mrs. Helga G. Shortman?" She watched him place his glove against her cheek.
"Maybe" he smiled.
She bit her lip and avoided his glaze."Arnoldo?" She whined. "It's a simple yes or no."
He giggled and shook his head when her eyes met his own."Honestly Helga, more like I was becoming Mr. Arnold P. Pataki" He pushed a stray hair out of her face and cleared his throat trying to change the subject.
"So." She whispered
"So. The reason I brought you here." He grabbed her hand and led her towards the end of the lot. "San Lorenzo has taught me that magic is everywhere, especially in your golden heart-"
Helga laughs. Tossing her head back before leaning forward to slap her knee with her free hand."You're kidding me right?"
"No, why?"
"Because that was so corny, Arnoldo."
"Hey, I practiced that line all day." He leaned closer to her and she sniffed his hair.
She turned away on her toes to hide the pink that lightly coated her cheeks once again."Okay, so what does that have to do with christmas trees?"
"Hegla, every one of these trees is a memory waiting to happen." He smirked "how can you smell the scent and not feel completely relaxed? Helga took a big sniff of the air.
"Oh Arnold, you're right." She blinked her eyelashes "I feel like I'm at a spa with Dr. Bliss".
He shook his head, never losing his smile."Helga, do you know the reason I wanted to work the tree lot in the first place?"
"For the money, Doi."
"No." He said with a smile still on his face. "I wanted to work here so I could help families create new memories." He led her over to the other side of the lot. My parents had been gone for ten years. It meant the world to me when we bought our first christmas tree together."
"I guess you have a point." She nibbled the side of her lip as she looked down at her foot digging into the dirt lot.
"Plus, you get all the free hot chocolate and s'mores that you want." He said looking at her digging deeper into the dirt.
"Okay, I'm listening." she looked up and met his gaze.
"You weren't listening before?" He teased
"I mean I was but-"she pushed him lightly when he laughed.
They stopped at a small fire pit. Nearby was a small table with everything they needed for s'mores. There were dark pink and white marshmallows, graham crackers, chocolate bars, and metal spears. Next to the supplies was a silver kettle filled with hot chocolate on the table. Helga and Arnold made their way to the wooden benches behind the pit and sat down next to the table.
"I bought the pink marshmallows myself." Arnold said proudly and reached for them along with the other supplies for the S'mores.
"Pink Marshmallows?" She questioned. "Are they strawberries?" she lowered her eyes awaiting his answer.
"No, of course not. I know strawberries give you hives." He smiled when her eyes softened. "They're raspberry." He shrugged.
"I thought your grandfather said never to eat raspberries" She pointed a brow.
"Well, like Grandpa, I never listened." They both laughed. "I wanted to make tonight special for you, Helga." He placed a hand on her knee. She shivered at the gesture and he continued with a warm smile. "so I'm glad you agreed to come"
"Well, you're welcome, Bucko." She said with a wide smile across her face. She whimpered when Arnold moved his hand from her knee.
"Did you say something?" He asked and she shook her head. He placed the marshmallows on their spears to make their s'mores. They watched in awe as chocolate entwined with pink and white. Once the smores were done he poured them both a cup of hot chocolate in the mugs that he brought from home, hers in the pink one and his in the blue. They sat and listened to the fire crackle, as they sip their hot chocolate and ate their s'mores. Arnold shiffered from the icy breeze and turned to look at Helga.
"It's getting a little chilly." She said.
Arnold stood up to get the blanket on the nearby bench. He walked over to where she sat and placed the blanket around her shoulders. He wrapped her in the knitted blanket before he went back to his spot.
"Better?"
"Yeah." She looked him up and down.
"What is it?" He questioned
"I don't bite, football head." She looked at him with hooded eyes. "I mean unless you want me to" They held their gaze with a sly smile. "So, come over here and keep me warm." She gestured with her glove.
Arnold scooted next to his girlfriend and they both smelled the fragrance of each other's hair mixed with the scent of the fire. They looked at each other as blue eyes met green ones. They leaned closer, held their breath, and closed their eyes. Their lips slightly touched; they both let out a faint moan against the other's lips that neither could hear the other. A smile spread across their face as they parted. Arnold laughed and Helga looked at him from the corner of her eye.
"What's so Funny, Arnoldo?" She gleaned at him.
He hurried and explained "I just remembered the first time we kissed."
"Not this again" She rolled her eyes
"Yes, this again", he put his arm around her shoulder. "The school play, remember?"
"We really don't hav-" He placed his glove against her lips while he bit his own.
"Romeo and Juliet." She shook her head and he continued despite her slight annoyance, "after you kissed me for a long time, I might add. You said and I quote, 'I almost threw up'."
She moved his hand from her lips. "Yeah, yeah.."
"I think we should kiss again to test if the theory is true?" He raised a brow.
"Yeah, I think you're right." She smirked.
"Twice as long this time, so we're absolutely sure." He titled his head.
"I think that's a brilliant idea." She smiled and they leaned in for another kiss. They were inches from each other lips-
"Hey Arnold!" Both blondes turned to look at who interrupted them. "oh, I'm sorry man."
"It's okay Gerald." Arnold said with a smile.
"Like hell it is" Helga groaned and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Right." He cleared his throat and brushed off his sweater. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but I have to give Phoebe her gift" He tried to avoid the girl's gaze "You know, before she goes on vacation with her parents." Gerald made the mistake and straight into Helga's eyes.
She glared at him and sucked her teeth. "Aren't you a little late, Tall Hair boy?"
He shook his head "mm. Mm. mmm." He whispered
"Excuse me?" She place a hand to her ear and leaned closer
"I said I had her gift already, Pataki."
"Okay. So, why wait until now to give it to her?" She crossed her arms.
"Aronld reminded me that a tie, even one with cute telescopes is not an intimate gift."
"Doi!"
"Well, we can't all have a no gift policy, now can we, Pataki?" He said and sucked his teeth.
"I don't see why not?" She huffed
He turned back to Arnold; he knew he would never win a battle with Helga G. Pataki. "Anyway, man can you take over in the front until Sid gets here?" Gerald pleaded with him and Helga huffed even louder.
Arnold leaned over and kissed her cheek and she softened at the gesture. "Sure, Gerald, I'll be there in a minute." Arnold held up a finger and Gerald hurried along before the blonde girl could pierced through his soul again.
"Stupid boy and his tall hair." Helga mumbled
Arnold placed a finger on her cheek which made her face him. "You sure you don't want a gift this year?" He questioned
"Arnold. It's our first date and our first time as an official couple." She smiled at her words. "Why add pressure by trying to find the perfect gift?" She took a bite of her S'more. "look at Tall Hair boy, he's a mess."
"As long as you're sure?" He gave a small smile.
"I am." She smiled back with a mouth full of S'more and he laughed at the sight.
"If you like, you can finish the rest of your s'more and hot chocolate then head home" He bit his lip not very confident in the option he gave. "I can call you later." Arnold stared into her blues eyes with a warm smile.
"You can't get rid of me that easily, Bucko." She pointed her S'more at him, "I'll wait in the front with you." She said.
"I would love that." Arnold stood up putting away the kettle and mugs. He reached for her S'more to throw it away and she pulled it away from him.
"I can take this on the go, Paste for brains." She stuck out her tongue and he giggled at the few crumbles that were on it. He wrapped the blanket tightly around her. He grabbed her free hand and they walked to the front of the lot.
"It's just like Sid to be late for a shift." Helga said, still annoyed about their kiss being interrupted.
Arnold laughed and turned to her. "Don't worry, we can test our theory later."
"whatever, no one was even thinking about that." She looked to the side and tried to hide her smile.
Arnold was going to argue with her until they spotted a customer. Arnold walked over to the man with a warm and bright smile, as Helga walked over to the cashier's trailer.
"Hello Sir, how may I help you?"
"Kid, you can't."
"You don't need a tree, sir?"
"Oh, I do, but I hate shopping for it." The man finally turns to face Arnold.
"Hey, don't I know you? " Arnold said. He moved closer to man to get a better look.
"You do look familiar, kid." The man shrugged.
"Yeah!" Arnold's eyes widened when he realized who the man was. "You're Mr. Bailey from the Government Records office. He smiled brightly,
"Yeah, you're that kid who wanted me to find Mai Hyunh." He huffed
"How are you?" His smiled widen
"Kid, I still hate shopping. It's three days before Christmas and my wife won't stop nagging me to find a tree."He let out a sigh and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"I can help you with that." Arnold smiled even wilder. "What size are you looking for?" The man sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"It really doesn't matter, Kid." followed Arnold when he walked ahead
"You know Mr. Bailey. I always wonder why you changed your mind about finding Mai."
"Some pesky little girl with pigtails showed up with the snow boots you couldn't find."
"A pesky girl with pigtails?" Arnold repeated.
"Yeah, she was so darn stubborn."
"Stubborn, huh?" Arnold questioned.
"Kid, I was so tired I didn't even care about the boots, but she wouldn't let up until I agreed to find Mai." They turned to the sound of Helga choking on the last bite of her S'more. She wrapped the blanket tightly around her in an attempt to hide herself. She waved her hand to gesture that she was okay.
Arnold looked at her with narrow eyes and back at the trees."Mr. Bailey, I have the perfect tree for you over here." Arnold led Mr. Bailey to what he believed to be the perfect tree for him.
A few minutes later Mr. Bailey finally checked out with his tree. Before leaving he turned to the two teens, who were standing next to each other now. "Hey, there is an early Christmas party at the office. It's their attempt to keep people like myself from working on Christmas. Tell them you are my guests and have some eggnog on me." They waved to the men until he was out of sight.
Arnold turned to Helga. "Pesky, stubborn, girl with pigtails." He smirked with a raised brow.
"Well, you heard the man." She gestured in the direction Mr. Bailey had gone. "We should get to this office party before they're all out of eggnog." She brushed her hands together to get rid of the last crumbs from her S'more.
"Yeah, maybe we should." He looked at her from the corner of his eye
"Well, what time are you off, Football Head?" She tried to seem relaxed.
"Now actually." He pointed in the direction of the young man. "Here comes, Sid."
"Okay. good" She tried to avoid his gaze when he looked back at her.
"Hey!" Sid walked up to the couple and waved his green glove.
"Hey!" Arnold matched his tone and waved his blue glove.
"Hey." Helga shrugged. "New beatle boots?" she questioned when he stepped closer.
"Yeah, I got them as an early christmas gift." He smiled down at the boots "They're custom made." He pointed the toe of his boot in their direction. "My parents looked for years to find someone who made them after the ones I had melted in the jungle."
"I'm sorry about that, Sid." Arnold said with sad eyes.
"Forget about it." Sid placed a comforting hand on Arnold's shoulder. " It was worth the loss for you to find your parents." The two smiled at each other. "What are you two up to?"
"We're going to this Christmas party." Arnold smiled. "Helga is going to tell me a christmas story on the way there."
"Oh yeah, which one?" Sid said with excitement.
"The tale of the Pesky, Stubborn, Christmas angel with pigtails, and a heart of gold."
"Oh, I never heard of it." Sid placed his hand in his pocket. "It's a pretty long title for a story." He said a little disappointed.
"Yeah, I never heard of it either, but I'm sure it's a good one." He nudged Helga's arm. They both looked at Sid who was still looking at them.
"I guess we'll see you later, Sid." Arnold said with a soft smile.
"Oh right, I guess I should get to work." He waved at the two, "later, Arnold. later, Helga."
"I don't know how that kid keeps a job." She raised a brow at Arnold's goofy smile. "Why are you looking at me like that, Football Head?"
"Oh, just ready to hear my story." He moved the blanket off her shoulders.
"Arnold…" She protested.
"I can't believe you did that for Mr. Hyunh-"
"I actually did it for you." She looked at him softly
He folded the blanket before he handed it to the cashier inside the trailer. "You really are my Christmas Angel." He placed a glove under her chin and turned her to face him.
"Criminy, Arnold stop," She touches her cheeks demanding the blush to go away, but it didn't.
They walk glove and glove to the Government office of records. Arnold looked over to the blonde girl who huffed and began to tell the story. She told him how she found the list he dropped with the Nancy Spumoni snow boots on it. She told him how Miriam had bought the last pair after standing in line for eighteen hours. They walked by Art shoe repair, Green's meats, and entered Hillwood city park. And she told him how lucky she was that her and Mr. Bailey's daughter shared the same shoe size. The two walked through the dark tunnel to exit the park. And she told him how she walked Mai to Sunset Arms in only her socks. Arnold wiped the corner of his eye and Helga wondered if he was crying. She was about to ask him, but he spoke first.
"I know this might be a silly question, but-" He bit his lip and looked away from her.
"But?" She questioned.
He looked at her with soft eyes."Did your parents notice your boots were gone?" he sighed.
Helga put her hand on her stomach and laughed."Arnold, The only thing Bob would notice is Olga and his lucky belt." She nibbles her bottom lip. "And Miriam wouldn't notice unless it was her Blinder." She let out a soft laugh.
"So, you didn't get in any trouble?" He gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "I would hate for you to get in trouble because of me."
She pushed his shoulder lightly. "Don't you worry about me, football head. I didn't get in any trouble."
He smiled as they stopped in front of the Government records building. He took her hand and led her to where he remembered the office party to be from the last time him and Gerald was there. They looked around seeing people standing on the wall avoiding eye contact.
"I don't know Arnold. It seems more awkward than it seems festive." Helga looked around the room to see people slumped against the wall scrolling on their phones.
"Yeah, there was more holiday cheer the last time I was here." he admitted
"You want to go home?" She nibbled the side of lip, not confident in the option she gave.
"I'm not ready for our date to be over" He said softly and They both smiled at each other "so maybe we can make the best of it?" He asked
" Sure Arnold "she tugged at her pigtail.
"Good. I'll go grab us some eggnog." He let go of her hand. "I'll be right back" He held up a finger and ran over to the red cups and grabbed two of them.
"That lovable sap" She blushed as she watched him run back.
He handed her one of the cups with a loving smile. "For you, my lady"
"You're such a dork." She placed the cup to her lips.
"Wait" He placed a hand on her arm to stop her.
"Okay,'' she said slowly and looked at him
He placed a curved arm to her chest and positioned hers the same way. "Let's drink from each other's cup." He wiggled a brow. They sipped the creamy substance before Arnold turned around to spit his out "Yuck, what is that?"
"It's not that bad, Football Head" She shrugged her shoulders and took another sip, and then another, and another.
"Maybe you should slow down?" He placed his cup on the table and walked closer to her
"Don't be a worrywart, Arnoldo. It's just Eggnog", She took another sip.
"I know, but it tastes funny, maybe it's gone bad, or something."
"It doesn't taste bad to me", She shrugged and took another sip.
"Hey!" They turned to the man who stomped towards them. "you kids can't be drinking that." The man snatched Helga's cup.
"What gives?" Helga said and placed her hand on her hip.
"What gives, is there's alcohol in this." He weaved the cup in front of her face.
"What?" Arnold and Helga said in unison.
"Yes, there is Brandy in this eggnog." He placed his hand on his hip.
"How in the heck were we supposed to know that?" Helga crossed her arms over her chest.
"Well," Arnold stepped between the two. "Mr. Bailey invited us here to have some Eggnog."
"Oh, you're Bailey's guess?" He quested the teens and they both nodded. " Well, the virgin eggnog is in the white cups."
"Maybe you should label your cups, bucko." Helga huffed, turning her nose towards the ceiling.
"Hey-"
"Well, I guess we'll be on our way" Arnold cut the men off and grabbed Helga's arm.
Helga walked behind Arnold as he gently pulled her outside the building. "You didn't have to get in between us, Arnold. I could have taken him, you know."
"I know." He looked over his shoulder "It was him that I was worried about." They smiled at each other and continued their walk down the street.
They walked passed, Green's meat, Art's shoe repair, and Sunset Arms. Helga started to feel warm by the fabric of Arnold's glove and started to giggle.
"You okay?" He looked over his shoulder again and she nodded.
"Yeah, I just feel a little tingly."
"You want to stop and sit down?"
"No, I'm okay."
"Okay." He said softly as they continued to walk glove and glove. Once they reached her stoop they stood there for a while before Arnold spoke again.
"Are you sure that you're okay?" Arnold looked into her blue eyes.
"Yeah, I'm fine. It was just a sip of alcohol, football head." She sat on the stairs and adjusted herself for him to sit next to her. He didn't move and thought for a minute before he looked at her.
"It was more than a sip, Helga." He stepped closer to the stoop. "Have you had it before?"
She raised her brow at his question."Excuse me?"
"I'm just curious."
"You're curious?" She crossed her arms over her chest "if, i've become Miriam. Is that what you're asking?" She watched Arnold swallow the lump in his throat. She leaned closer to the stairs and when he didn't answer she continued "If i'm drunk? An alcoholic? A-"
"No, no, of course not." He cut her off, shook his head, and waved his hands. She giggled and rolled her eyes.
"I never had it before." She admitted, looked at the sky, and softened her posture. "But, now I know why Miriam and Bob are so happy during the holidays.
Arnold finally sat next to her."What do you mean?" He leaned forward to make eye contact with her "You don't plan to drink any more, do you?"
"No." She leaned on her elbows giving him a faint smile. "I'll be okay, Arnold."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. She turned to face him with a sly smile. "Maybe we should test our theory again." She licked her bottom lips and his cheeks turned a soft pink as he avoided her gaze. "Come on, kiss me before your family gets worried." She held her knees to her chest "at least your family notices when you're gone." She whispered.
He put his hand to the back of his neck "I notice when you're gone." He met her gaze and they smiled softly at each other.
She leaned towards him, "Are you going to kiss me, or not?" He licked his lips and closed his eyes. They both leaned into a soft kiss pressing their lips against each other. He placed his hands to her shoulders pulling her closer to him she pressed into him matching his rhythm. After a few moments of closeness she gently pushed away and they both let out a soft breath. "Save some for later, lover boy." She wiggled her brow.
"Whatever you say Helga" He said out of breath
She looked into his eyes and placed a hand on his cheek. "Go home, Arnold."
He placed his forehead on hers " I -"
"Yes?" She placed her free hand on his other check.
He slid both of his hands on top of hers. "I'll miss you," he said, pulling back to face her.
"I'll miss you too." She said softly. They leaned in and shared a small kiss.
He let his hands slide down her arms until they reached his side and she did the same. He stood up and helped her stand to her feet. He walked away and looked back one last time to wave at the girl on her stoop.
The teen wrapped her sweater around her waist as she watched his oblong head disappear into the night.
She walked up her stoop and noticed Bob's and Olga's car wasn't on the street. She walked in the house, locked the door and went into the living room. She found Miriam passed out on the couch with a bottle of Alcoholic Eggnog next to her. Helga bit her bottom lip and walked out the room. She intimately walked back into the room and looked at the bottle.
After a few seconds and a few deep breaths, she walked to the bottle and picked it up. Her mom shifted her position and Helga's body stiffened. She looked at the woman on the couch whose eyes were still closed with drool in the corner of her mouth. Helga looked at the bottle and back at Miriam. She looked at the door and remembered Arnold's face and his words when he asked if she would drink again. She looked at her mother and back at the bottle. She closed her eyes and shook her head and placed the bottle back on the floor. She walked out the living room and up the stairs into her bedroom.
She laid on her bed and tapped her glove against her sweater. She tossed and turned in her bed a few times. She set up and breathed into her gloves "Get it together, Helga old girl." She stood up and paced around her room.
She went back downstairs into the kitchen and poured a glass of water. She finished the cup of water and leaned against the counter. She slowly walked into the living room and stood in front of her Miriam once again. She looked at her mother and then back at the bottle. She took a deep breath, picked up the bottle, untwisted the cap, and took two big gulps of the drink before she could change her mind again.
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