The next morning she woke up to the sound of Jareth voice behind the door. Sarah felt a surge of fear through her body as she answered him.
"I'm awake! Go away!" she got out of bed and walked over to the large window on the other side of the room. Sarah had the idea the night before of climbing out of the window.
"Stop with this nonsense and come out here at once!" Jareth's cold voice fluttered through the door.
"I don't want to!"Sarah yelled back trying to hold back tears.
Jareth didn't like this so all Sarah heard next was the crashing of the door being slammed open. Sarah could see the cold hatred in his face as he stomped very angrily over to her.
"WHEN I SAY COME OUT,YOU COME OUT!" Jareth yelled in her face while had her arm tightly in his hand. It could have easily left a bruise on her arm,which it did instantly.
Sarah began to cry. She knew that Jareth would be looking at the sweet,soft tears that fell from her face and it sickened her to know that he would let go after he saw her pain. Self pity and hurt flashed in his eyes before he let Sarah go and turned around to face the door again.
"There's a dress over on the dressing table I'd like you to wear today." Jareth said softly to Sarah, without even taking his eyes off the door.
After about a minute or two he left the room,leaving Sarah to recover from what just happened.
Why dose he feel hurt? His the one hurting me not the other way around. Why should he try and make me feel guilty?
Sarah couldn't help be to think. Without even realising what she was doing she went to the dressing table and took the wonderfully made,aqua green dress and put it on before reluctantly walking out the door.
Apart of her didn't want to go and find Jareth but there was apart of her that did want to and knew exactly where he was too.