Exotos135 speaking here. This fic's been on hiatus, that's undeniable, and I'm sorry for those who liked it. I decided to end it right here, now, no sequel hook, or anything else, this is the end of the fic. I also apologize if it Isn't anything exciting, I was particularly dry about ideas. Anyway, you know what they say: And since you know what they say, why should I tell you?
(Wellington-Lloyd's House, Living Room)
Rhonda walked downstairs, looking pessimistic. When she set a foot on the ground, she heard a cough and turned to see a familiar psychiatrist sitting on the couch, with Mr. and Mrs. Wellington-Lloyd sitting at a nearby couch. The familiar psychiatrist was Dr. Bliss, who was waiting for the girl to arrive.
"Hello, Rhonda." greeted Dr. Bliss in a friendly tone, turning to the girl as she continued. "Helga told me you needed psychiatric help, and I'm here to do just that."
After a moment of silence, Rhonda left running as fast as she could, only to be held by Nadine, who came out of nowhere, before she could reach the door. "Let me go Nadine!" ordered Rhonda, desperately trying to free herself.
"Rhonda, Helga did this so you could finally stop being bothered about that document, It's been long since you have been seen happy and everybody is worried about you." replied Nadine, holding her friend as tightly as she could. "If you're gonna keep acting like a pathetic little girl instead of doing what is right and get help from the psychiatrist, then do it, but you will go absolutely nowhere."
"Fine, I'm gonna go see the psychiatrist." said Rhonda in an exasperated tone as she walked to the door.
"Rhonda, the psychiatrist is on the couch-" before finishing Nadine held Rhonda's shirt neck, stopping the girl from running away. "Nice try."
Groaning in anger, the girl went to couch and sat down. "So, what is the problem you needed help with?" asked Dr. Bliss. "A trauma of some kind, I guess?"
"I'm a product of incest." quickly stated Rhonda, looking away with an angry look. "There, I said it, are you happy yet?"
"It doesn't matter if I'm happy or not, what matters is to help you overcome this harsh fact you have discovered." replied the woman, Rhonda simply rolling her eyes in exasperation. "Now then, first we're gonna hear your parent's side of the story-"
"I don't wanna hear anything they have to say!" interrupted Rhonda, crossing her arms. "They kept this secret from me all these years, and just when I had great parents, I find the document that started this whole mess sitting on a desk, screaming for somebody to grab it and show the truth of what they did!"
"Rhonda, It's important to hear what your parents have to say about this, they were the ones who did this, but you don't know the reason they did it." stated Dr. Bliss, turning to the girl's parents before turning back to Rhonda. "Maybe if you let them talk, we'll discover the reason this happened."
"Fine, but I'm gonna act like I'm not hearing anything."
"Understood. Now Mr. and Mrs. Wellington, if you would."
"Of course." replied Mr. Wellington, exchanging looks with his wife before turning to Rhonda and speaking in unison, "Look Rhonda, it was late at the night-"
"Now I'm definitely gonna act like I'm not hearing what they're saying next, simply because I don't really know if I should even understand what they're telling me." thought Rhonda as she heard her father talk. "I hear something about drinking, hopefully not what I think, and then accidentally meeting in a room with the two...I'm definitely not gonna hear anymore, they could probably think of a lame excuse to end all of this prematurely."
"We...we're sorry for it." those words made Rhonda's eyes widen and turn around, "We didn't expect you to be bothered it, in fact we didn't expect you to understand it. But we kept this secret from you all these years...because we love you, Rhonda."
"Rhonda, have you been hearing what your parents told you?" asked Dr. Bliss, turning to the girl.
The girl remained silent for a moment, looking down with her hair shadowing her eyes. After a moment, she looked at her parents, showing that she was crying. "I don't...I don't know what to say..." getting off the couch, Rhonda went running to and hugged her parents tightly, "I should have known...you hid it to protect me..."
"You also have to take notice of a simple fact: It was beyond your control." added Mrs. Wellington, returning the hug with her husband, "You might be a product of the situation, but that doesn't mean you should be mad at it. We still love you all the same, product of our incest, or not."
As the Wellington-Lloyd continued the hug, Bliss and Nadine exchanged satisfied looks, the latter leaving as the hug reached It's end. Once separated, the family walked to Dr. Bliss, who was about to leave. "Thanks for helping us, Miss Bliss." told Rhonda to the woman.
"You should thank Helga, she's the one who called me." replied Dr. Bliss, receiving her pay from Mr. and Mrs. Wellington, "Anyway, goodbye Wellington's, I hope you have a good night. And remember Rhonda, if you need some professional help, here's my number."
The woman left the house and Mr. and Mrs. Wellington-Lloyd gave Rhonda a kiss on her forehead before going back upstairs. "Helga, huh?" thought Rhonda, scratching her chin.
(Next Day, at the school)
Almost everybody had arrived at the classroom and taking their seat. All except Rhonda, whose seat was still empty. "Do you think Rhonda's coming today?" asked Arnold to Gerald, who shrugged in response.
Just then, Rhonda went inside the classroom and walked to her seat, surprising everybody. "Hello everyone." greeted Rhonda, waving hello.
"Rhonda, nobody expected you to return so early...or ever, in the case of some." Arnold then turned to Harold, Stinky and Sid, who were looking away and whistling, "How did you manage to recover from knowing...well, that?"
"Well, I managed to get over it, thanks to some professional help brought by someone you wouldn't believe if I told you." explained Rhonda, turning to Helga and giving her a wink when she finished. The blonde girl giving her a thumbs up shortly afterwards.
The End