You thought it was over? Heck no! I was itching to continue this story…somehow. I've been sketching it out in my head…what should the storyline be? Who's POV? Same family? Same characters?

Don't worry, all the same characters and same crazy life of Helga. But imagine if it wasn't from Helga's perspective?

I'm going to be doing a few extra chapters, from Caressa's point of view! Since she was Helga's first child, and is the eldest, I feel like it will be the best from her POV.

So, without further ado, the 'continuation' of The 23rd year of Helga G. Pataki.

Caressa's POV:

Its father's day today. Mom said to just be happy and put on a smile. She planned a huge surprise for Arnold with the little kids, hyping it up. She pulled me into some of the planning, even though I was 16.

Father's day is the toughest day of the year. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love Arnold. He's the best replacement dad anybody could ask for; he's not my real dad. My real dad is confined behind bars for the rest of his life. I plead with mom to let me visit him, just once, but she never says yes. It's always been my dream, but I don't know why. He's a terrible person: he attempted to kill two people, he killed one unborn child, he killed another child, and he destroyed a family's life. I want to run into the prison and scream at him; he messed me up in so many ways.

I have nightmares of him finding and killing me in front of Avia, Aurora, and Liam. I have other nightmares where I watch him beat my mother.

I try to not think about him; try to forget about him. It's impossible, though. He ruined my life in so many ways. He ruined the lives of everybody I loved. And he's my father. Sometimes, I just want to be nonexistent; I'm the offspring of a killer.

When I was younger, I called Arnold, Dad. He loved it. I could tell it killed him when I hit age 14 and started calling him Arnold. I was getting in to the stage of, 'nobody understands me'. Mom let me do it though; she knew what a tough life I had to go through at a young age.

I'm awoken by Avia, Aurora, and Liam, bouncing with excitement. "Come on, Caressa! Get up! We have to help mamma make breakfast!" I brush them away with my hand. The wind is blown out of me as they all lunge themselves onto my back.

"Okay! I'm up! I'm up!" They hop off, looking pleased with themselves, and rush out the door and down the stairs. My hand grasps my phone; 6:45 AM. I groan, slide my legs out of bed slowly, and walk to the door and down to the kitchen.

Mom turns around from the pan of eggs she's holding. "I'm surprised you're up, Caressa."

I scoff. "If it wasn't for these munchkins," I point to the kids, "I would still be asleep. Happily, I might add." I eye them down, but they avoid contact. I run over and tickle them, their laughter filling the house.

When breakfast is ready, mom tells us to go and wake Arnold up.

Avia takes the lead, followed closely her two minions. They all tip-toe gently up the stairs. Avia opens the door handle, trying to avoid the squeak it generally produces, and shushes us with her finger. She counts on her fingers to three, before they all scream, "Happy father's day!", and jump on top of him. He wakes up startled and smiles immediately. He's engulfed by kisses and hugs.

"Daddy, we made you breakfast!" Aurora yells, trying to be louder than the other two banshees.

"Really?" He asks enthusiastically. "I'm sure it's going to be delicious. Did you little chefs help prepare it?" They all giggle and nod their heads.

I walk over slowly. "Happy father's day, Arnold." He looks at me in surprise, probably thinking I wouldn't wish him tell him happy father's day.

"Thank you, Caressa." I give him a slight smile and leave the room. I walk back into the kitchen and help mom set the table.

"You going to be okay today, honey?" Her question only infuriates me, so I ignore it and continuing putting the plates down. "Hey, listen to me. It's okay." I ignore her again, which upsets her. "All I asked was if you were going to be okay. It's okay if you're not."

Rage rushes through me; of course I'm not okay. I slam the plates down onto the table. "How is that even a question, mom? Of course I'm not okay!"

She looks away, hurt. "I was only asking; maybe you want to talk about it."

"What is there to talk about? Nothing is a secret. Maybe I need to refresh your memory. My biological father is a psycho, who tried to kill several people. Arnold isn't my real father, and it really hurts calling him dad. What else is there to know? Of course I'm going to be sad and angry. I've never even met my real father! I hate him so much, but I just want to see him! But I can't! And until that moment, until I get some closure for my shitty past, I'm never going to be happy. Never!" I run up the stairs and slam my door. I can hear her shouting my name, but I ignore it and blast music.

They don't call me down for breakfast and end up eating without me. The day passes, slowly, and I'm not included in any of the events they planned. They don't even try and persuade me to join in. I cry most of the day. Most of the tears aren't even for a specific reason. I fall asleep early, exhausted from a day of pain.

When I wake, its 8 AM; too early to be functioning on a Sunday. I force myself out of bed to take a needed shower. I stay inside the steaming water for far too long, trying to rid myself of the evidence of my continuous flow of tears from the day before.

I pull my hair into a bun, put on some mascara, throw on jeans and a tank, and head downstairs for breakfast. I cross my fingers as I'm sneaking downstairs, hoping I won't have to come into awkward contact with my family. Sadly, every single one of them are sitting in the living room.

I stop abruptly, depicting a plan in my head to grab an apple quietly without being noticed. Alas, Liam notices my presence. His little head turns and he yells, "Essie!" I cringe, and turn around and wave, giving all the eyes planted on me a sarcastic smile.

"Morning, sweetie. I made French toast this morning, why don't you grab some," Mom says.

I grab an apple and a banana. "No," I say somewhat crudely, "I'll stick with this."

Aurora runs over and shouts my nickname. "Essie!" She jumps into my arms, and I can't help but smile a little.

"Hey, baby girl. How was yesterday?" I try to sound eager.

"It was so fun, Essie! I wish you could have been there! Why weren't you there?" She turned her head.

"Awe, I'm sorry hun. You're big sissy just had to deal with a lot." I shoot my mother a dirty look and then turn back to my sweet sister's face. "I promise next weekend I'll spend time with you, okay?"

She smiles and gives me one last hug. I turn around, relieved I can finally make my escape. "Wait, Caressa." I sigh loudly.

"What?" I snap.

"Why don't you eat that in here and talk to us?" Mom asks.

I roll my eyes. "Nah, I'll eat this in my room by myself." I avoid her stare and run back into my room.

While sitting in my bed on my laptop, I hear knock at my door and see an adult's shadow.

"Ugh, I don't want to speak to you right now, mom." The door opens and to my surprise, it's Arnold. "Oh, I assumed it was my mother. Hi, Arnold."

He giggled slightly. "Can I come in?"

I nod, and close my laptop. "Before we start, I'm sorry about yesterday. I just really didn't want to be reminded of…someone." I look away, almost embarrassed of my confession.

He takes a seat on my computer chair. "I don't care about what happened yesterday. I'm not here to talk about that." I look in complete surprise. "I'm here to pass you an offer."

My eyebrows furrow. "What kind of an offer?"

"Yesterday, I heard you talking with your mother. And I'm sorry."

"Sorry about what?" I ask.

"That you haven't been able to see your real father. I'm sorry." I nod my head. "So, this is my offer. I will take you to see your father. This is the only time you'll be allowed to see him, so if you don't take this offer, there's no chance."

I'm absolutely stunned. "What…are you…serious? Mom said yes to this?"

"Well, no. I don't think she understands what not seeing your father feels like. She's always hated hers and has never had the desire to see them. And even though you probably hate your father, you want to see him. I know exactly how you feel; I never got to see my father. I don't remember his face, the way he talked. I don't want you growing up like that." I sink in all the information. "I guess that's a yes?"

I nod my head slowly and begin preparing myself for the day ahead.

Arnold tells Mom that he's taking me out to bond, which makes her happy, so she doesn't resist. It's about a two hour drive, which seems like years when you're not speaking to someone.

We see the prison approaching and I take a deep breath in. Arnold takes my hand and squeezes it; I've seen him do this when Mom is stressed. I don't push away, which I know makes him happy.

The car is checked and then we're checked from head to toe for weapons, or anything that can be passed off to the people inside.

An officer leads us to a plain room, which has several officers guarding and protecting it. "There's no reason for you to feel unsafe," the officer says. "We'll be here the whole time; there's nothing to worry about." I nod my head, a little relieved somebody else would be there.

I sit down in the chair, Arnold standing protectively next to me. The door clicks open, and in he walks. Arnold showed me a picture of him at his trial. It's scary how similar he looks to me. Arnold's shoulders tense.

"It's like a little family reunion," he speaks, in a low growl. "Caressa, nice to see you." he attempts to come near me, but the guards rush in between us. I'm breathing heavily now. "Alright, alright. I get it. You can back off," he says, sitting down across from me. "I see you've brought somebody else; Arnold." Arnold doesn't shift his expression. My father has a creepy smile planted on his face.

I swallow hard, and speak quietly. "Hello."

"Oh," he says, "it's so nice to hear you speak." He attempts to touch my face, but I back away.

"Don't you dare touch me," I say, staring at him.

"I see you gained your mother's stubbornness." I cringe at him mentioning my mother. Years ago he tried to kill her. "So, why did you come and visit me? Why did you want to see your old pop?"

"It's not like I remember you; not like I should remember you. You don't deserve it," I say, surprised at how angry I sound. "I think I should see you though, so I can match the terrible past I had with a face."

His body produces a low laugh. "So angry," he says. "Why so moody?" I recognize his behavior; he's trying to get a reaction from me.

"I think I have something to be angry about. You ruined me. You ruined my life."

"Ugh, you're still blaming me for what happened? I think you can blame your mother and that douche bag standing next to you." I gasp.

Arnold isn't allowed to speak and I know it's hard for him not to scream in his face. It's hard for him not to kill Rob; right then and there. "Excuse me?" I say. "It's their fault? Are you kidding me?"

"No, I'm not." He leaned in closer to the table. "It's their entire fault. I shouldn't be here."

"You shouldn't be here? You killed two human beings. Two. You deserve to rot here the rest of your life. Live with the guilt." My anger rose as he smiled at me and laughed.

"Guilt? You think I'm guilty? I'll tell you sweetheart, I'm not guilty at all. Your mother deserved it all. Everything that has happened." He laughed again.

"She deserved it? She deserves an amazing life. And do not call me sweetheart," I say strictly. He sighed and rolled his eyes. "What?" I scream at him.

His smile fades. "You're a bitch just like your mother."

I lunge myself at him and throw punches at his face. The guards run over. I throw my leg into his crotch and punch him the ribs. Before I can do anymore, two guards are holding me back. I'm lashing, trying to sneak away from their grips; they won't budge.

The guards are holding him back, too. "Don't you ever call my mother a bitch. Ever!" I scream at the top of my lungs.

He's standing there, laughing. He says calmly, "Awe, honey. It's the truth. She deserved everything. And Chance deserved to die a slow painful death."

I exploded. I kicked my way out of the officer's grasps and clawed at Rob's face. They were dragging the both of us out of the room. I was screaming now, with tears streaming down my face. I caught a last glimpse of him. He was smiling, pleased with himself.

Arnold was waiting outside the room; I assumed he was taken out when I attacked Rob. He held my shoulders and we were lead to our car.

I collapsed in the car and cried into Arnold's arms. "Thank you," I said quietly between cries. "Thank you, dad."

I realized he deserved that title; more than the sick bastard I just met. Rob didn't even deserve the title of being a human being, let alone being called a father.

There may be two or three more chapters coming, but I'm not sure where I want to go with the next chapter. Just keep your eyes peeled, and as always I would love it if you popped into the review section and left me your thoughts on this chapter. Did you like it being from Caressa's POV? What would you like to see next? I love hearing from everyone!