Chapter 59: Girl Trouble
I suppose being a neglected child can have its upside. For instance, not wanting to know why I was laying on the floor, tangled up in my phone cord after a phone call from Arnold!
Arnold, so caring and nurturing, willing to turn the cheek on any form of negative behavior that may literally be thrown his way.
My poor darling was deprived the chance of having any fun whatsoever during our pathetic history class, all because of my self absorbed nature yet again!
Pheebs and I had the chance to work on our Native American projects with him and tall hair boy. All my love wanted was to share the paints.
Instead, my insecurities took over me, forcing me to reside in my hostile ways…
"Come on Helga let me paint something!"
"Forget it Arnold!"
"Let me paint!"
"You want the paint? Here!"
My aggressive nature must have rubbed off on him. Next thing I knew, I was being splattered! Simmons disciplined my beloved for pouring paint on me, but didn't bother to notice…
The paint I poured on Arnold
My discarding Arnold's animal sculptures in the trash
My bossy nature during our week long project towards him in general
Mr. Special didn't even care to take notice of my mockery when I truly attempted being kind to Arnold.
Is the guy deaf?
I don't know what I found to be more devastating? That I had once again failed at my attempt to hide my insecurities, or that my beloved was paying the undeserved price for it.
"Oh Arnold! What havoc have I brought? Forcing you to behave in this way? Where is my kind, gentler Arnold? The one who always turned the other cheek?"
"Hey Helga, you in there? It's your little friend Alfred on the phone!"
"Arnold, calling me, at my house?!"
To hear my beloved's apology was music to my ears. Knowing no amount of aggressive behavior could change his good ways.
I was too wrapped up both mentally and physically to care about anything he was saying after the apology.
I laid there on the floor, after ecstatically twirling around with the phone. Eventually I realized he was waiting for a response from me. Knowing I had nothing to worry about as far as changing him went, I simply said…
"Don't ever call me at my house! Ever Again!"
One day I won't be afraid to speak the truth. It can't get here soon enough!