Chapter 4- Home
It took Jareth half an hour to calm Sarah down. She just kept crying and saying that he killed him. Jareth had no idea who he has killed and was anxious to find out.
"Sarah, you have to talk to me." He says kissing her head softly. She squirms away from him.
"Take me to see my brother." She orders looking him right in the eye.
"I cannot do that. You know I cannot." He says moving to hold her hand. She moved away from him.
"Jareth I am begging you, I need to see Toby." She begs.
"Why?" Jareth asks, allowing some venom into his voice.
"I'm scared. I'm worried something very bad will happen to him. Please take me to see him." Sarah says before closing her eyes.
"You think I will do this bad thing to your brother." Jareth says calmly. Sarah looks up at him before averting her eyes. "I cannot allow you to leave this room."
Sarah's breath began to become short puffs. "No please, don't do this to me. Jareth I will do anything. Please take me." She cries out, grabbing his shirt.
"No my word is final." Jareth said before detaching himself from her before walking out the door. He leaned against the door.
"I hate you, I hate you." She screams smashing the door.
Jareth felt every push and throw. It hurt him to see her react like that. But he couldn't take her Aboveground. It wasn't that he didn't want to, because he did. He just couldn't. He could only go to the Aboveground if someone summoned him. And no one had, meaning her had no way of taking Sarah to see her brother. Though he couldn't risk taking her there anyway. If she refused to return to the Underground he had every right to return her to where she belonged. She had been wished away after all.
Their room was silent for a moment, before Jareth saw the curling black smoke leak out the door. Knowing that the door was useless, he ran towards the nearest window and leaped out of it. He quickly transformed himself into a barn owl and flew towards their bedroom window.
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I curl myself into a ball. Screaming at him had only made me feel worse. I cover me mouth before releasing a soul crushing cry. I close me eyes but the images of Toby's lifeless body still haunt me. I just want to see if he is alright. Why won't he take me? I wish I had a friend. Someone who would hold me while I cry and comfort me. Ashley used to do that, Chad would do that. All of my family and friends did. But none of them are here. No one is. I have no friends.
Think of me as a Friend.
I blink my depressing thoughts away. I do have a friend. "Jaleela." I whisper , my eyes darting around for any movement. I feel a tapping on my shoulder and as I turn I am pulled into a hug. From the red hair I can tell it is Jaleela. The comforting feelings coming from the simple hug cause me to start crying again. I did this to Toby every time he had a nightmare.
"Sarah, why did you call me?" She asks, pushing me away gently.
I take a calming breath before answering her. "I had a nightmare that Jareth killed Toby and I need to see him, just to make sure it was just a dream." I tell her. I've walked over to the bed and sit down on it defeated.
"And Jareth won't take you." She states sitting next to me. She holds my hand. I nod. "I'll take you.
I look at her shock painted across my face. "Can you do that?"
"I'm Queen, of course I can." She smirks. It's the same smirk as Jareth's.
"Please, take me. I have to see my brother." I beg tightening the grip on her hands.
"I shall take you now, but I warn you things may have changed, time works differently down here." She stands up and walks away from me.
"Thank you." I smile at her. It is then that I hear the tapping on the window. Jaleela smirks before going to it. I follow but she shoots me a look that stops me mid-step. She says something in a language I don't know, but I know it isn't one from my world. I hear the cooing of an owl and a flash of white feathers. A white owl? Jareth. Again I move towards the window but again Jaleela's glare stops me.
"Come, we shall go now." She says walking away from the window. She takes my hand and instructs me to close my eyes. I do. I feel the slightest tingle in my body before the familiar wind of my home.
A/N: I am so sorry about how late this is. I had plans to write a little more after this, but i have been struck down with writer's block. I promise more soon...
Hope everyone had a good Christmas and has an excellent new year