Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story.
They all belong to their rightful owner: Craig Bartlett.
Title: "Leave the lights on"
In the last chapter: Helga's newborn habit of staring at the bracelet Arnold had given her brought trouble when Rhonda and Lila got suspicious of it. Luckily, Helga was quick to pretend that it was Miriam who had given it to her as the first meaningful present.
On their way home, Arnold and Helga planned to go on their first date, but they had to disguise themselves. So when it was Saturday night, Helga colored their hairs with temporary spray and they dressed up in their most out of character clothes.
Their date was interrupted when Sid, Stinky and Harold decided to join them in Slausen's, but Helga's itchy hands convinced Arnold into pretending he had a fever and leave with her.
Author's 1st note: To Kinkalink (again, a guest reviewer.) Kinkalink asked if Helga was pregnant since there was no mention of a condom in the last chapter. In chapter 15, Helga tells Arnold she has been on birth control since she was thirteen due to her irregular periods. So no, Helga is not pregnant. Kinkalink also asked about Brainy and where he was. I believe it was in chapter 3 that I mentioned Brainy: he was in Helga's old class at P.S. 219 so he isn't really a part of the story except for being an old classmate of Helga's whom she punched from time to time like in the show xD And last question: "How does Miriam and Miles not notice them?" Again: Miriam and Miles are both completely oblivious people and are also in the middle of planning their wedding which is time-consuming and stressful. In the show, Miriam always caught Helga doing weird things and never questioned it and even found her shrine and thought it was garbage. I figured that was part of Miriam's character, even if she has stopped drinking in this chapter. We don't really know what Miles' personality is truly like, but I thought Arnold's denseness might be something he inherited from his father rather than his mother. Stella didn't strike me as the dense type so I figured it might be Miles instead. So, in essence, it's their personalities plus the wedding planning that are factors in why they don't see what is going on right under their noses. Also, all things considered, Helga and Arnold are doing their best to hide it even if it seems like they are taking a lot of chances ;)
Sorry for the long note, but that's what happens when guest reviewers ask questions! Happy reading :)
[Please notify me if you notice any grammar mistakes. This isn't my first language, so there's bound to be mistakes.]
Chapter 19: "Let her go"
"You sure you don't want me to go with you?" Arnold asked as he and Helga walked down the street together. Soon, they would reach the corner where they would usually turn to the right, but Helga was going to the left today.
"There's no way I'll be able to concentrate on this assignment if you come with me." Helga responded.
"I promise I'll behave."
"Yeah, like you did the last time we went to the library."
"You started it!"
"And you were more than eager to finish it."
"And you weren't complaining." Arnold stated with a proud smirk.
Helga sighed humorously. "No, I did not, but I also didn't finish the assignment and ended up going to detention for it."
Arnold put his hands up in surrender. "Point taken. Call me when you leave, ok?"
Helga blinked. "Sure thing, hubby." She replied jokingly. Arnold shot her a slanted look that disappeared only when she kissed his cheek. "Yeah, yeah. I got ya'. I'll text you when I leave or something."
Arnold waved Helga goodbye and they went their separate ways for the first time in six months. The library was only two minutes from the crossroad so Helga was walking up the stairs before she had gone through the list of books she wanted to look through in her head. She walked past the customary Silence please sign and towards the customary, stereotypical librarian who had the look of someone with a stick up her ass and the posture of a woman who hadn't gotten any in ten years.
After getting directions to the book she needed, Helga went straight towards them with the paper in her hand. "Let's see…" she muttered to herself and switched between looking at the note and the titles on the shelves.
The library was quiet, quieter than usual, since there was hardly any people in there. Helga had only noticed three children and a couple of adults nearby, but besides that she felt almost alone. That was something she had grown accustomed to, but ever since Arnold had galloped into her life like a stallion, she didn't care much for being alone. She just wanted to get this assignment done as quickly as possible and get home to her secret lover and take advantage of the fact that Miles and Miriam were, yet again, looking at the internet for things to put on their gift list. It wasn't like they were poor so Helga was starting to wonder if they were just greedy.
"Oh, here it is!" Helga declared to herself and grabbed the first book from her list. It was a thick book so when she removed it, she assumed she would have created a wide hole in the middle of the shelves. Instead, she saw a face in front of her and the scare it gave her, caused her to drop the book to the floor and earn hushes from the people around her. "Criminy!"
"It's a library, Helga. You shouldn't be so loud."
"Look who's talking. You're the king of loudness. What are you doing here, Bob?" Helga hissed and crouched to grab the book she had dropped. She could hear her dad walk around the shelves to get to her side.
"I was just out taking a stroll when I saw you and that kid with the weird-shaped head."
Helga's eyes widened and she looked up at him. "What do you mean, you saw us?"
Bob frowned. "That I saw you waving at each other, what did you think I meant?"
Helga sighed in relief. Sheesh, that almost gave me a freaking heart attack. We need to be more careful. She thought, but then realized something else. "Wait. You saw us? You were stalking me, weren't you!"
"That's such a harsh word. I prefer to call it following you without your knowledge."
"Or permission. What the hell is wrong with you? No, wait. Scratch that." Helga said and walked past him. "What do you want?"
"Oh, I just wanted to check in." Bob said as he followed her. She clearly ignored him as she looked through the other titles on the shelves so he continued. "How is Miriam doing with all the wedding planning? It must be quite… stressful."
"Miles is helping her so she's fine."
"Fine, huh… so she hasn't done anything she shouldn't?"
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, Helga. You may not be as clever as your older sister, but you're not stupid." Bob stated and Helga turned to sneer at him. "How many smoothies has Miriam had lately?"
Helga smirked. "None. Not a single one."
Bob nodded sarcastically. "None, huh?"
"Yeah."
"And how long do you think that will last?"
Helga sighed and looked at the books again. "For as long as Miles is there to support her. I'm starting to think Miriam's drinking was all on you, Bob." She said and smirked when she could see Bob scowl at her comment.
"So I'm assuming Miriam has told Miles about her demons?" Bob asked and crossed his arms. He watched as his youngest daughter froze in her movement and he smirked. "She hasn't, has she? I'm not surprised. Miriam is not a stupid woman. She knows what would happen if Miles knew about her drinking."
"She doesn't drink anymore."
"That won't matter to Miles." Bob said and leaned down until he was at the same of height as Helga's ear so he could whisper into it. "He has already lost one wife. Do you really think he would marry a woman he might lose to death again?"
Helga shivered. "She isn't not going to die due to liver failure because she doesn't drink anymore!" she insisted again.
"But you and I both know it won't last."
"We don't know that!"
"But we do, Helga!" Bob countered a little loudly, which caused the people close by to hush at him. "Oh, pipe down, you weasels."
"Bob, would you please just get out of my sight?" Helga begged and tried to focus on the books again, but she could feel the letters swimming in front of her eyes.
"You and I both know that no matter how many times Miriam tries to stop drinking, it never lasts." Bob said.
Helga wanted to prove him wrong. She wanted to tell him it was different this time, but former experiences spoke against that. She remembered all the times Miriam had sworn to stop drinking, the times Helga had stolen the blender in an attempt at forcing Miriam to stop only for Miriam to buy another blender and not even question where the former one had gone. The longest Miriam had lasted without one of her beloved smoothies had been two months. This was longer so far, much longer, but Helga wasn't sure if Miriam wouldn't crack at some point. Especially after the wedding when she had nothing else to occupy her.
"It doesn't matter…" Helga insisted lamely. "Even if Miles knew about Miriam's former drinking, he wouldn't leave her. He's too kind."
"If you're so sure, why haven't you told him? Why hasn't Miriam told him?" Bob asked. Helga looked at him defiantly, but didn't say anything. She couldn't think of anything that would convince him. "You both know not even Miles is that nice or stupid. He would leave Miriam in a heartbeat if he knew. If not for his own sake then for his son's."
"Don't pull Arnold into this."
"I don't care about that freak!"
"He is not - - "
"Important." Bob interrupted.
"What do you want, Bob?" Helga hissed, but she could feel a threatening lump grow in her throat. She knew where this was going, but she was praying she was wrong. Bob wouldn't sink that low, would he?
Bob smiled. "I was just wondering… if Miles is still unaware of Miriam's past, maybe it is time to tell him the truth?"
Of course he would sink that low. Helga thought with widened eyes. "You wouldn't."
"Oh, but I would. You can also tell him, I don't really care who it comes from."
"Bob, please don't do this. Miriam is finally happy. What would you gain from ruining her engagement?"
"Revenge."
"You are the one who pushed her away!" Helga shouted and they was hushed again. "It's all in the past, Bob. Move on."
Bob shook his head. "Not until I get my pride back."
"This won't give you your pride back! If anything, this makes you more pathetic."
"That's your stupid opinion."
"You're such a child." Helga said and rolled her eyes. "Look, I know you. You're not saying all this just to scare me and you probably don't even give a rat's ass whether Miles knows about Miriam's drinking or not, you are just a pathetic, lonely and spiteful bastard so get to the point. What do I have to do to keep your mouth shut? What do you want?"
Bob gave a sinister smile Helga had never see on his face before. It was a smile that promised pain and spite and it sent a cold shiver down her spine. He leaned down to her eyelevel and she felt frozen to the place as he whispered his answer.
"You."
"So, Arnold. Do you like this boutonniere then?"
"Whatever you say, dad." Arnold replied for what felt like the hundredth time. Come home already, Helga. He thought and checked his phone yet again. Still no texts.
Right then the sound of the front door opening caught Arnold's ears and he turned in his seat in confusion. It was Miriam who called her daughter's name though. "Helga, sweetheart? How did it go with your homework?" she asked.
"Huh?" came the weak reply from the hallway.
Arnold looked at Miles and Miriam who looked back at him. "Are you ok, Helga?" Miles asked worriedly, but all he received was a hum.
"Sweet?" Miriam asked. "Do you want me to bring some soup to you room?"
The two men looked at Miriam questioningly, but she gestured for them to be quiet. The lazy reply from Helga told them she accepted Miriam's suggestion before she walked up the stairs.
"Honey," Miles said before Miriam could walk away. "what's going on?"
Miriam looked at Arnold before she whispered secretly into her fiancé's ear, smiling at Arnold as if he was an innocent child she didn't want to tarnish. Miles moaned in understanding and Miriam continued into the kitchen.
"What?" Arnold asked with a worried frown.
"Oh, um." Miles coughed awkwardly. "It's, uh… Helga's just, you know… in the middle of her… It's that time of the month, son." He croaked and cast his eyes down tot eh catalogue, silently telling him that the conversation was over.
Arnold arched an eyebrow. He knew Helga had cramps during that time of the month and Miriam would often bring her soup to give her some warmth for her stomach, but besides that Helga was usually the same. Still cocky, playful and talkative. The voice he had just heard did not belong to the usual Helga. Also, it seemed weird that she wouldn't text him just because of something like that, it was really out of character.
Arnold shot his dad a quick look, confirming that he wasn't planning on asking him anymore questions right now and stood up from the couch. Arnold jogged up the stairs and was on his way towards Helga's door, but stopped next to the bathroom instead. This is such an invasion, but… I don't want to bust her in a lie if it turns out to be the truth. He thought and walked inside. He opened the cabinet above the sink and grabbed a small rectangular box with small see-through lids in it and with the name of every day of the week on the lids. He counted nine pills in the box and sighed. Nine pills, that means her period shouldn't start until next week. He thought and put the box back in the cabinet.
After having confirmed that Helga most definitely was not on her period, he went to her room and knocked on her door. When she didn't reply, he knocked again and called her name. When she still didn't answer, he warned her that he was coming in and opened the door. She was sitting on her bed casually, looking at nothing in particular, obviously deep in thought.
"Helga?" Arnold asked gently and closed the door behind him. She finally looked up at him, obviously noticing him for the first time. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Helga insisted halfheartedly and looked towards her guitar.
He looked in the same direction and attempted a smile. "Do you… want to jam a bit? It's been a long time." He asked, but she didn't answer. She didn't even react to his question. The blonde boy frowned and went to sit down next to her. "Helga, I… Did something happen while you were at the library?"
Arnold could see Helga's muscles tense at his question. He had obviously been right in his assumption. He sat closer to her, trying to urge her to talk to him. It hurt to see that she didn't want to talk about it, not even with him and it worried him greatly. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, Helga had turned to kiss him. His eyes widened and within seconds, Helga had pushed him down on the bed and was kissing him furiously.
"H-Helga - - " Arnold tried between her kisses, but she kept muffling his voice. "I didn't lock the door!" he told her, but she obviously wasn't listening or maybe she just didn't care. She kept drowning him in kisses; on his forehead, nose, cheeks, ears, mouth, chin and eventually throat and collarbone. He put his hands on her waist in an attempt to push her away, but his body betrayed his mind and he pulled her closer instead.
Helga grinded her pelvis harshly against his and he groaned in arousal. His mind was getting clouded, but he was desperately reaching for that little bit of clarity he knew was still somewhere in his brain. He lost his sense of direction though when familiar and beloved hands touched his lower abdomen and slid up his heated pectorals and lifting his t-shirt up in the process, welcoming him to the cool air.
"Helga…" Arnold moaned, this time in submission as Helga's tongue caressed his skin. It was almost scary how easily he surrendered to her, but it gave him a sort of comfort and he felt safe in her embrace. Even though she wasn't really holding him right then as much as she was touching him and putting him on edge. Her hands ran down to his belt while her tongue licked around one of his nipples and bit down gently, earning a shaky moan from him. Her fingers fumbled with his belt desperately and he pulled her up for a kiss. She responded, but she was clearly more focused on removing his belt.
Once Helga had removed the belt, she stopped the kiss and looked into Arnold's eyes. The way she was looking at him both aroused and scared him. There was a sort of sadness behind the lust, but he didn't get the chance to ask her once again what was wrong. Helga didn't bother to pull her panties off; she merely moved them aside, pulled Arnold's hardness out of his boxers and mounted him desperately as if she couldn't breathe without him inside her.
"Hel - - " Arnold almost shouted, but Helga started kissing him to muffle his voice as she moved on him urgently. Everything she did was frantic; the roll of her hips, her kisses, her hands that felt as if they were everywhere on his body as if she couldn't decide where to put them. All things considered, Arnold was in such a state of mixed shock and arousal he didn't even get to warn her before he thrust his orgasm inside of her, holding her tightly around her back.
Arnold was breathing heavily, blinking repeatedly to try and get his vision restored. Helga had gone limp on top of him and wasn't moving an inch. He was about to say her name when she kissed him tenderly, almost melancholically. He tried to respond, but then his eyes widened when he tasted something salty. He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back softly and saw hot tears run down her cheeks. She didn't even try to hide them which was almost the thing that shocked him the most.
"Helga," Arnold said seriously and sat them both up. "why are you crying?" he asked worriedly, but she didn't show any signs that she was going to answer him so he changed his tactic. "Helga, you just cried into my mouth and you're not that emotional after sex." He tried to joke and she showed the smallest hint of a smile. "And we just confirmed that you are not on your period… so what's going on? Please tell me… I want to be here for you."
Helga's eyes scanned Arnold's face. She looked like she was weighing the pros and cons of telling him the truth. After making up her mind, she finally opened her mouth and sucked in some air. "I - - "
"Helga, sweety?" Miriam's voice asked outside Helga's room and she knocked on the door. While Arnold looked at the door in panic, Helga pushed him off the bed until he hit the floor. He bit back a groan and looked up while Helga pulled her duvet over her body just before Miriam walked inside. "Here's your soup."
"Thanks." Helga said in a small sob and wiped her face.
"Oh, sweety." Miriam cooed sympathetically and sat down on the bed. "Are the cramps really bad this time?"
"Kinda…" Helga lied and took the bowl of soup from Miriam. She let her hands feel the warmth from the bowl for a moment before she put it on her nightstand. "Miriam, mom…" she said gently and Miriam smiled when she called her mom, but it disappeared when her daughter finished the sentence. "Are you sure you… want me here?"
Arnold's eyes widened. What?
"What?" Miriam asked in perplexity. "Of course I want you here! What kind of question is that? I-I want you, me, Miles and Arnold to be a family."
"But… B-But I'm not exactly a good daughter and… I'm not sure if I can live up to this nuclear family ideal you have in your head."
"Helga, I don't picture us as the perfect family, not at all. I just want us to be a family, a real family. Not like with you, me and Bob. I want to be there for you and I want you to know that. I want to be a good mom this time. I wasted the opportunity when you were a child, but I have you can forgive me for that and… a-and that we can look forward to a future together as a family." Miriam said with a small sob in her voice.
Helga looked at her mother who was looking so desperately back at her. It hurt to see her like that, it hurt more than she liked. "I… I'm not sure if I can, Miriam."
"Can what?"
"Forgive you… or be a part of this family…" Helga said and looked to her side, as far away from Miriam's miserable eyes as possible.
"Where… Where is this coming from? I-I thought - - "
"Well, you thought wrong." Helga hissed, but the sob in her voice was obvious. "I've been thinking about it for a while actually… You two and Arnold get along, you all look like a proper family and then there's me, the misfit, the troublemaker, the - - "
"We don't see you that way! Not at all!"
"Yeah, right. It wasn't just Bob who preferred Olga over me!"
"That's in the past!" Miriam said and put her hands on her daughter's cheeks to make her look at her. "I didn't realize what an amazing little girl I had back then! Helga, you have so many qualities that your big sister doesn't! You speak your mind, you're honest, you take a stand to protect the ones you care about. Olga is fantastic in many ways, but you are my little soldier."
Helga's jaw was hurting from clenching her teeth. "I'm sorry, Miriam." She said and removed Miriam's hands from her cheeks. "I'm just not sure if I can do this…"
Miriam seemed about to argue against her, but then went quiet. "Please… I-I'm sure it's just your mood swings talking." She said with a smile and a sob. It was clear she didn't want to believe her daughter's words. "R-Rest for today and… we'll talk about it tomorrow, ok?" she suggested, caressed her daughter's cheek and then walked out of the room before she would start crying in front of her.
Helga exhaled a sigh she didn't know she had been holding in. Her fingers fidgeted with her duvet while she waited for Arnold to sit back up. When he appeared, he had a look of absolute disbelief on his face. He didn't say anything at first and neither did she; they just stared at each other in tense silence, waiting for the other one to talk first.
"Wha…" Arnold whispered and gulped. "What was… that? What was… that about? Where did that come from?"
"Arnold…" Helga said and opened her mouth to speak, but then shook her head. "Please leave… I-I need to think right now."
"But - - "
"Please!" Helga begged and pulled her knees up to her chest and hid her face in them. Her hands were holding on tightly to her arms, crossing them to hide herself from Arnold. She could hear that he was breathing shakily and she felt him trying to touch her, but he changed his mind. Then she heard quiet footsteps that faded until the door opened and eventually closed so gently she had to look up to confirm that she was alone. And then she cried. Helga cried in a way she had never cried before and she didn't stop until she fell asleep.
The whole family, excluding Helga, was sitting in the dining room, but none of them were eating. They hadn't heard from Helga since last night and while Miriam had a hard time sleeping, Arnold hadn't slept at all. He was twitching due to both his exhaustion and his worry and it didn't help that Helga hadn't come down to eat dinner either. He didn't understand, he didn't understand anything. It was only a short time ago he had been so happy. Helga had seemed happy too, what had changed? Had she suddenly gotten guilty woes? Did she feel bad about what had happened between them because of their parents? He felt guilty too, of course he did, but he couldn't imagine not living with Helga anymore. He'd rather never touch her again than never seeing her again!
Miriam was sobbing quietly and Miles was trying to comfort her by caressing her back, but it didn't seem to help one bit. She had been staring down to her plate ever since she had sat down and that only changed when she heard the doorbell ring. She looked up and then at Miles in confusion who moved stood up to open the door. Miriam and Arnold stayed back, looking through the (hole in the wall instead of door) and saw Miles opening the door.
"Uh, yes. Can I help you?" Miles asked in confusion. He clearly didn't know the person in front of him.
"Good morning. I believe we haven't met." The stranger said and extended his hand. "My name is Bob Pataki."
Arnold's jaw fell to the floor and he turned to look at Miriam who had the face of someone who had seen a ghost. They both stood up and jogged to the hallway, watching Miles shake Bob's hand in confusion.
"Oh, Miriam. How are you?" Bob asked with a sleek smirk on his face when he noticed them. "And how about you, little man?"
"Bob, what are you doing here?" Miriam asked in fright while Arnold was frowning at the man. He heard some sounds behind him though and turned to look up the stairs. He saw Helga standing there with a big, pink suitcase next to her.
"He's here to pick me up."
Miriam and Miles turned and saw Helga standing by the top of the stairs with the suitcase. Miriam had despair written all over her while Miles looked angry. "What's going on here?" he asked and looked at Bob. "When did you talk to my stepdaughter?"
"I believe I'm entitled to speak to my daughter whenever I want." Bob replied with a scowl. While the man seemed to start bickering, Arnold and Miriam were staring at Helga as she walked down the stairs, carrying the obviously heavy suitcase.
"Helga." Arnold said in a quiet voice and approached her when she reached them. "What are you doing?"
Helga licked her lips, looked at her dad for a moment and then harshly back at Arnold. "I'm going to live with Bob from now on."
"What?" Miles asked and looked at Miriam, expecting her to say something as well, but she was frozen to the spot. "Helga, when did you decide that? And shouldn't you talk with us about something like that first?"
"I don't see why I owe anyone of you anything." Helga replied coldly.
"Damn straight." Bob said and walked past them all and approached Helga. He grabbed the suitcase and carried it with ease. "Come on, Helga."
Helga started following him, but Miles grabbed her arm. "Helga, why are you doing this? Miriam has done everything she can to make us all a family and this is how you thank her?"
"Excuse me?" Helga said angrily and pulled her hand back. "I don't care what Miriam has or hasn't done recently. She treated me like shit for years!"
"So has Bob!"
"But he didn't have to get motivation from someone else to come and offer me a home." Helga retorted. "Miriam didn't try to change before you came into her life. If you weren't here, she wouldn't give a damn about me. Bob came to me on his own."
"You can't be serious." Miles said, shaking his head in disbelief. "Miriam, why aren't you saying anything?" he asked and looked at his fiancé, but she still had the look of a dead fish on her face.
Helga shook her head. "Give up, Miles. Why do you even pretend to care?"
"I do care and so does Miriam! Look at her, Helga!"
"She seems pretty indifferent to me."
"She does not, she is paralyzed with sadness!" Miles said and shook the blonde woman. "Miriam!"
"Give it up, Miles." Bob said as he stood in the doorway. "Helga has already made her decision. Be a man and accept it. You may get my ex-wife, but you won't get my daughter. Come here, Helga."
Helga looked at him and followed him once more. She had reached the doorway when someone put their hand on her shoulder. She recognized the hand and it made her suck the air into her lungs harshly. Please don't… she begged.
"Helga…" a female voice said shakily. "I… I know I've been a bad mother, I do… and I can't change the past. If I could, I would redo all of it, I'd undo myself and my mistakes. But all I can do is be different now and I can and I want to…" Miriam said, but Helga tried to walk again. She walked up next to her. "Please stay… Please stay here, Helga. I can change. I can! I-I have already, you know that. Let me prove it to you!"
The begging sob in Miriam's voice broke Helga's heart, but all she did was take a harsh breath. "Yeah, well… I'm not going to stay here and watch you screw up another marriage." She answered coldly and walked down the last steps to the street. Miriam stayed inside, paralyzed once again and Miles went to hold her. They watched as Bob threw Helga's luggage into the backseat of his car and opened the door for her.
Helga took a deep breath and moved to sit inside, but felt someone grab her hand and stop her. She didn't need to look to know who it was, but she did anyway just to see his face. She wished she hadn't though because the expression he was showing her was worse than the kicked puppy face she had seen before. This was the face of someone bleeding from the pain in his heart and the lump in his throat made it impossible for him to talk.
"Oh, brother." Bob said impatiently and grabbed Arnold's arm. "Let her go already."
"No!" Arnold shouted and went to hug Helga desperately and she moved her arms to accept the hug, but Bob pulled him back by his collar. "Let me go! Helga, don't do this! Don't leave us!"
"Criminy, you are all such a bunch of pathetic saps!" Bob shouted and pulled Arnold back and pushed him until he fell and hit the stairs. "Get in the car, Helga." He ordered and walked around it.
Helga sat inside obediently, but Arnold stood up, ignoring the stinging pain he felt in his hips after hurting it from the stairs. "Helga!" he called and wobbled to the car, slamming his hands down on the window. She bit on her lip as she watched him banging his hands on the glass and she finally let the tears stream down her eyes. She thought she was empty for tears from last night, but she clearly wasn't. She put her hand up against the window, indirectly touching his hand before his face disappeared from her vision.
"Helga!" Arnold shouted and ran after the car down the street. It accelerated though and he couldn't keep up. The pain in his pelvis took over and he fell on his knees on the sidewalk. He lifted his head and watched as the car disappeared in the distance, taking Helga with it.
Author's 2nd note: This physically hurt to write… Seriously, my heart is bleeding D: I'm sorry! D'x This is not the end though, obviously, so stay tuned for next chapter! I'll try to get it up as soon as possible, I'm also on Easter break now so I should have enough time to write.