The Heart Won't Lie

A Fan Fiction by Lizzie D

Yeah, I'm experimenting with tabs instead of centering. It won't center for me, so lets give this a try. Kay? Anywho--- I got a new website that you can check out in my user profile. I hope you like it, it took me a little while to get going.

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Getting to the motel would be no problem. Rhonda and I drove along the seemingly ominous roads. I felt guilty in the pit of my stomach while my mind continued it's wandering. Through the inebriated environment I had placed myself in, I couldn't focus on just one thing. Everything was just too much. Poor Helga. By having that stupid fight, we had put your sister's in jeopardy.

Now, everyone was in the limousine. Yeah, the backseats were as big as Rhonda had been bragging about at school. Who knows what she was insinuating... Anyway, we fit all of us; me, Rhonda, Mr. Simmons, Mr. Pataki, and... Helga. I tried to tell her not to come, that it'd be too dangerous. So, as the inflexible and grudging person that she is, she refused to listen. That's partly my fault, I guess. I should have just solved the argument then and there...

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I can't believe I actually listened to Lila. Now, I can't get to Harvard or Yale or Princeton- all because of her. She talked me into getting into this ridiculousness. I'm an accessory to the crime. I'm never the accessory! Ugh. This is too much. At least, we're all together. If we weren't, something awful could happen to Olga.

Not that she isn't already in a grave situation, but just because of me. My vanity could have cost her life. I can't believe me!

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Arnold. You go around with Lila. Then you tell me that all of this was all of her fault. How could you? How am I supposed to love you now? My heart still follows you although my mind won't let me. I just can't believe this! Lila? If you were going to screw around, Arnold, you should have picked someone a bit more- tolerable. God, what a total freak.

And what's with Princess Lloyd? I hate asking and thinking of such ridiculous questions, but what the hell does she have to do with anything? She didn't kidnap my sister. Olga left the house.

Olga left the house. This is my fault, isn't it? One, dumb clash. God, if I had known... I would never have let it get that far.

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"And you thought I actually loved you... god damn it, Olga. You're such a loser..." Doug laughed. Olga simply shook her head. The hard slap rippled pain across her porcelain skin. It bit at her nerves and his merciless grin sent shivers down her spine as it always had before. Only this time, these were shivers of fear.

Olga's complete appearance had grown jagged from when she was last free. Closing her eyes tightly in hopes it would diminish the pain, she tried to think of Rob. Rob... Doug continued to beat her. Her love for Rob grew and his beatings grew to be void of pain. Her body had already developed into a mass of bruises. Black and blue waged war with the base of light skin that laced her entire body.

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Out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw something. A flash of pink... no red... I can't make it out. Doug noted her detachment and quickly broke her impassiveness when he brushed his lips harshly against hers.

"Doug... no..." was all that she could say. "No" or "stop" didn't seem to exist in his language anyway. The only responses he gave her was an occasional "Shut up" or he would just beat her.

Too troubling if you ask me... Helga thought to herself when she saw her sister; broken and torn. The perfect image had been soiled and Helga's role model had been thrashed. Arnold was right with her. Rhonda had gotten them in and distracted the guards. She still hadn't paid back for causing the entire calamity, but Arnold knew well that she would pay her debts. Rhonda had snuck outside to avoid possible danger but had done her duty so far.

The guards had been silenced by Big Bob with the brief help from Mr. Simmons. Bob beat up the guys while Rhonda distracted where necessary. They were in, and that was all that mattered.

Dad?! How did... oh Helga. Baby sister! You're okay... Rob!!! At the last mention of her love's name, Doug observed a light in her eyes that hadn't shined since the evening she was kidnapped.

"Pataki!" Doug yelled when he smelled the abhorring scent of alcohol. "I knew it was you. You're one of those sicko's who drinks lite beer!"

"How dare you, little man?" Bob shouted. Doug was rather petite-- compared to Bob, that is. Doug's stature was strengthened by a newfound weapon that appeared almost like magic into the palm of his hand.

"A Silencer... know where I got one of these... huh? Bye Mr. Pataki... Oh yeah-- I always hated your damn beepers anyway," Doug fired a shot a bit off-aim. It struck Bob's left shoulder, which didn't stop the burly man from running towards Olga.

"Stop!" Arnold's voice of reason came out from the underbrush of the motel furniture.

"Excuse me?" Doug turned to the young football-headed boy while Bob and Olga managed to escape.

"But Dad! What about Helga? Your other daughter is still in there!" Olga begged her father.

"I have no other daughter..." Bob muttered as he carried his first-born away from captivity inside the motel.

"I hate kids like you... what's your name again?" Doug teased psychotically.

"Arnold-" he began.

"I hate you, Arnold... let's get that straight. As long as I am here. No one else leaves!" Doug laughed and snapped his fingers as multiple other guards swarmed around the hostages. Doug walked around and viewed his new crowd. "Rhonda, sweet pea, I never thought you would go against me. Simmons? What a joke. Arnold, I already dealt with you... and Helga... --"

"You jerk..." Helga whimpered under her breath. The wickedness of Doug LeSham was enough to decrease the temperature in the room. She watched, amazed, as small clouds of steam formed from her most minor breath.

"You're the sick excuse that made me fail the first time. Well, guess what, Olga is still prettier than you and the sad conditions have certainly turned... haven't they?" Doug laughed spitefully and turned to face the door.

"Why did you do it?" Arnold asked loud enough to be heard.

"Do... do what?" Doug wondered brightly.

"The bus thing... kidnapping Olga. Where was this supposed to get you?"

"Bus thing. That was a training program set up to eliminate some key figures and establish ourselves, my organization, as a fit crime industry."

"Seriously?"

"No, I'm kidding. Hahaha. Of course, seriously, you dunce. Kidnapping Olga was for my personal pleasure and to become even more renowned in our place."

"Personal pleasure?"

Doug jolted his eyebrows up and down to suggest something Arnold didn't want to hear. "You sick jerk..."

"Nah, I didn't do anything. You interrupted..." Doug tightened his black leather glove to his hand. "You're going down, short man... any last words?"

"Leave him alone!" a small voice piped in the background of the terror.

"What the-" Doug began.

"You leave the football head alone..." Helga stood her ground up to Doug LeSham.

"Okay, pigtails!" Doug grabbed the nearest arms, a machine weapon to his right. The remaining guards flooded to tackle Arnold, who was helplessly struggling to save Helga.

I lost her. Arnold sighed. He saw her lifeless body lay cold on the hard ground. I loved you, Helga... I was just too dumb to realize-

"MONKEYMAN!!!" the voice echoed through the miniscule compound, which had become Olga's temporary home.

"What in the hell?" Doug wandered around, searching for the source of the voice. It was familiar. No, it's not actually that freak...

"Looking for me?" Monkeyman tackled and strangled Doug to the ground. The guards ran from Arnold. Doug breathed his last breath and a shot was fired where Monkeyman saw his last sight out the window of the motel; his belovèd, Olga.

Arnold glanced over to Monkeyman. His mind flashed back to the wretched night he heard the first gunshot that entered Monkeyman's body.

~~FLASHBACK~~

Monkeyman finally made it back to the lair as he was enraged to see that Arnold had beat him to it. Slurring speech, Monkeyman shouted, "What are you doing here?" Fire burned in his eyes and made him fume at Arnold. Almost frightened, Arnold signaled for Monkeyman to just relax. "I've had enough of you!!! You won't mess this up for me this time! You stopped me from mailing this letter, but you will not stop me from doing this!!!" slurring and screaming, Monkeyman placed the letter back down on the desk.

Arnold was exceptionally frightened and unfortunately, his intuition had come true. Regarding that Monkeyman was extremely out of character, he deduced that he must have taken the Valium. And the gun... he thought. The gun. The Valium... The gun! A suicide attempt??

~~FLASHBACK ends~~

Helga stirred and opened her eyes. "Arnold?"

"Yes, Helga?"

"Don't leave me again. I love you."

~~TEN YEARS IN THE FUTURE~~

"So... Helga and Arnold are engaged. You'll also be happy to know that Gerald and Phoebe are also getting married. My dad is having trouble, but he's strong as an ox... things between him and Helga will never be the same after that day. That dreadful day... Nothing will tear apart our family... ever... Lila is serving life in state prison and Rhonda got out on bail recently..."

Tidying the flowers, she regained composure, "It's beautiful, isn't it..." Olga smiled and wiped a lonesome tear away. The silence of the dank cemetery sent shivers down her spine. She knew he could still see her.

"I miss you. We all do. You're my hero. My eternal hero, Dave..." She knelt and kissed his grave.

Rob put his arm around her shoulder. "Thank you," he whispered to no one in particular. Looking up, he saw his wife, Olga. Truly realizing the magnitude of one man's bravery, he was thankful... utterly in debt to a man he'd never known. He was happy because of Dave.

"Olga, the heart doesn't lie, does it?"

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IT'S OVER! THE PAIN OF WRITING THIS IS FINALLY OVER.

*deep breath** Not the best chapter, but it's done, right? My next one will be shorter and it won't take as long. Review please, I think I deserve it for being tortured by my own creation. lol