Wow it has been FOREVER! But I am back! And I am here to bring you my new creation! Muahahaha! With the aide of Anonymous Latina and Carrie Underwood's song "Blown Away"! She helped me greatly with this story and guess what! This is one is going to be in chapters! I plan to make as many chapters as I can :3 haha. Please review and follow this story! I would very much appreciate it.

Blown Away

By jenniy04

She saw the lightning cross the gray sky. Black clouds were slowly building, looking far from the average rain clouds that passed through. She could sense something big was going to happen, just not for sure when. Sitting at her bay window, Helga sat with her knees close to her chest.

'Who ever thought Bob was a hitter?' she thought bitterly, watching the dark clouds roll.

Of course she knew he was, but she never thought the abuse would get this out of hand. Normally, he would hit her where she could easily hide the hideous marks. Only occasionally would he ever bruise her face. It wasn't until recently that the abuse had escalated from bi-weekly to every other day.

'I guess since Miriam isn't around anymore to take half the load, he thinks I need the lifetime supply.'

She knows it isn't Miriam's fault to die when she did, but it was her fault for not being there for her when she needed her mother the most. If she wants to blame anyone for the hell on earth she currently living through, it is Big Bob's fault.

In Helga's fifth grade year, Bob decided that he would expand the business and move the family to the next town over. Helga was devastated that she would have to leave her friends. Even more that she would leave her beloved Football Head. The trip to San Lorenzo helped move their relationship into a good direction. Arnold had finally admitted what was eating at him since the FTi incident and told her that he did; in fact, love her, Helga G. Pataki. To finally be together, only to be torn apart even further.

They still talk and e-mail each other every other day over the past six years, but it wasn't the same. She knows even after six years, that there will be no one other than her beloved Football Head. When they do talk though, she doesn't mention the abuse at all, lest she fill his football cranium with worry. The last thing she wants to do was for him to worry over her.

She sighs as she still gazes out the window, seeming to be relaxed but far from it; she was on the edge. Her hearing focused on her locked door, just in case Bob wanted to tussle again. He had just got home from his shit job at the plant, only to end his day in the bottle. Ever since he tried to expand the Beeper Emporium to the country side, it went straight down the drain and into the liquor bottle.

'Who would have ever thought that country folk WOULD NOT need beepers?' was what she responded smartly with when his business making its crash landing through the business world. Bob had followed in response to that with a hand across her face. To say she was shocked was an understatement. She was petrified that her father, who never once gave her an ounce of attention; let alone call her by her name, had actually laid a hand on her. That was the day that the beatings to her and her mother began, gruffly escalating from months to weeks to daily occurrences since Miriam's passing three months back.

She brings her thoughts back to her beloved Football Head. Even if he wasn't actually there, he was the only one to truly keep her sane. But thinking of him made her think of her best friend, Phoebe. Oh, how she truly missed Phoebe being her assistant and confident. She truly wished she had actually tried to keep contact with her throughout the years, as she did with Arnold, but she felt she was holding Phoebe back in the past with her instead of letting her move forward. From what she heard from Arnold, when she actually had the nerve to ask about Phoebe, Phoebe was doing well and was with Tall-Hair Boy.

Still looking at the depressing clouds, she smiled at the fact that she suspected that those two would fall for each other. Arnold told her the ups and downs of the gang since she has been gone. Patty and Harold was finally an item, so was Peapod Kid and Nadine, and the oddest of them all, Curly and Rhonda. She laughed so hard in response to hearing that, she thought she was going to pass out. Arnold on the other hand waited patiently until she was done to state that he was being serious and that they seriously were an item. To see him trying to give a serious façade only made Helga falter and burst into more fits of laughter. He, too, soon lost his seriousness and giggled along with her.

'That was the most I've had laughed since leaving Hillwood,' she thought blissfully. 'It's just said that they can continue moving, while I'm still paused.'

Sighing once more, Helga reaches forward to grab her new journal and favorite purple pen, ready to start a new story or poem describing her current mood. With her pen poised over her blank-soon-to-be-filled paper, she writes.

Love?

Where is this thing we call LOVE?

Does it hide underneath your bed as you sleep?

Or is it hidden in plain sight, for everyone else's eyes but yours?

Does it know no bounds?

Or is it confined to one place or aspect of what it should be?

Is it dull and boring?

Or crazy, hectic, and out of anyone's control?

If you ask me,

It all depends on who you are willing to share it with.

"Mmhm, I should add more," she says absently to the paper "But if I add anymore, it will lose the pa-zazz. Eh, seems good enough to me."

WWWWRRRRRRMMMMMMM!

At the sound of the tornado sirens, Helga tore her eyes from the paper only to see a dark tunnel forming a few miles from her house.

"Shit!" She screamed as she scrambled to the floor by her bed in search for her go-to bag. "Where is that damn bag?!"

While she is desperately looking for her bag, she could hear the whirl of the wind becoming faster. The shutters and screen doors on the house stated to slam open and close against the house. When she finally feels the familiar fabric, she rips it out of its hiding space. While stuffing her pencil and journal with her other necessary items, she quickly descends the stairs. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she was met with utter silence. Scared stiff, she ran in search for her father in hope his was still in the house and hasn't already left for the shelter without her.

'It would be true with my luck.' She thought bitterly. Helga first went through the most obvious places he would be at, which would be the kitchen or his bedroom. Neither was suffice in the search for her father. Only when entering the living, her next room to look, did she find him sprawled out on the couch out cold with a beer by him.

"Great! Just exactly what I need!" she hollered to the ceiling while making her way to Bob. She immediately starts to shake him in panic, now realizing that the tornado is coming closer. Bob is completely unaffected by her movements.

"Bob get your lard ass up now! We need to move!" she said in a panic, her voice rising with her inner panic "A FREAKING TORNADO IS COMING OUR WAY!"

In response, Bob still laid there out cold, completely oblivious to what she had just screamed at him.

'I'm going to die here if I wait for him to wake his stupid, drunk-self up!' she thought as her heart raced, in need to get to a safer place as fast as she can.

Then something just clicked as this dreary thought crossed her mind.

"Or I can just leave him here." She whispered over the roar of the tornado quickly closing in. Without even a second glance, she ran to the shelter with her bag in-hand; leaving Bob out cold on the couch.

Reaching the door of the shelter, she stole a glance back at the path she had just left behind her. The tornado was closing in on what was all familiar to her and she could care less.

'Take it,' she thought sorely 'Take it all.'

With that thought, she stepped into the shelter, closing and locking it behind her. With the wind still raging outside, she patiently waited out the storm.

Ok that is Chapter 1 of Blown Away! I hope you enjoy this story as much as I. Please Follow, favorite, and review! And thank you again Anonymous Latina for all of your help! :3