Hello! 20th chapter! This is a pretty emotinal chapter, and it was hard for me to write, so I hope you like it.
Chapter 20
I looked up at Jareth and was enraged. I hated him so much. I could no longer control my anger, and it burst forth in a fit of rage.
"Why the hell can't you just let me go? I fucking hate you! Why can't you see that? You are a weird, disgusting, demented, obsessed, freak that needs to realize that nobody likes him because he's an asshole! Jareth, you need to get a life and stop kidnapping girls for your own sick pleasures! Just hire a fucking prostitute if you want sex, or stop being so damn weird and get yourself a girlfriend if you're so fucking desperate!" I yelled in his face. I raised my hand and threw it across his face.
His first reaction was immense shock, and then it was uncontrollable anger. In retaliation to my blow, he slapped my with all his might. I crumpled to the floor in a heap, my hand resting on my burning cheek. Karigan, who was previously standing at the edge of the forest, now came rushing towards me.
"What the hell is wrong with you?! She's a girl, for Christ's sake. And a human, no less!" She yelled up at him while crouching down next to me.
"I don't care if she's a girl, Karigan! She tried to kill me, and tried to escape! I thought I could trust you to watch over her! And yet, you've been teaching her how to use throwing knives behind my back, and you helped her escape! Now move, so I can take her back to the house!" Jareth roared.
When Karigan didn't move, he threw her out of the way, and roughly grabbed my upper arm. He pulled me to my feet.
I tried desperately to get out of Jareth's vice-like grip, but failed. "Let me go, asshole!"
"No, Misery. I thought torturing you the last time would work, but it obviously didn't. Come on," he commanded, and jerked on my arm to get me follow him. Instead of following him, I continued trying to pull myself out of his grasp until he threw me over his shoulder like the last time.
"Jareth put her down!" Karigan yelled after us, getting to her feet.
He turned around to face her. "I'll deal with you later," he growled.
Karigan was not satisfied with his answer. She charged, and Jareth quickly set me down. The second my feet hit the floor, Karigan reached Jareth. But she was not match for him, and in an instant, he snapped her neck. She fell to the ground unconscious.
I didn't have a chance to run before Jareth looked into my eyes and said, "Sleep."
I woke up with my hands tied to the bedpost in Jareth's room. My back was pressed up against the headboard, and my legs were stretched out in front of me.
Jareth sat in a chair across the bed, staring at me. He spoke when he saw my eyes open. "I'm very disappointed in you."
I rolled my eyes in response.
"I didn't want to have to do this, but you forced my hand," he said while getting up and walking towards me.
"Do what? Torture me again? We all know how that worked out the last time," I said, though I knew that if he was going to torture me again, we would be in the basement.
"No. You must have to have gone through something terrible if you used to cut yourself. I'm going to make you relive that experience," he said.
My eyes widened in fright. I knew exactly what event he was talking about. "No. Don't," I said.
He nodded. "Relive your worst memory."
I was taken back to that night, nine years ago, when I was seven. It started out like any other night did. My mother and I ate dinner, I took a bath, we watched TV for a while, and then I went to bed in the living room while she continued watching TV. (The pull out bed in the couch was more comfortable than the bed in our bedroom.)
"Good night, Mommy. I love you," I said to her when I crawled into bed.
"Good night, sweet heart. I love you too. Don't let the bedbugs bite," she replied from the end of the bed, where she continued watching television.
I closed my eyes and smiled. I loved it when she said that to me. I fell asleep a few minutes later.
I woke up around two a.m. to go to the bathroom. When I returned, I got back into our bed and felt around for her. I couldn't find her, so I reopened my eyes and saw a black figure at the end of the bed.
I got up and turned the light on. The sight my eyes met was awful. My mother was hunched over in the same spot she was in when I went to sleep.
I rushed over to her and gently shook her. "Momma, wake up. Wake up." No matter how many times I told her to wake, she didn't.
I was starting to worry. I sat her up, and was horrified when I saw the mucus dripping out of her nose and mouth. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a rag. I hurried back over to her and tried to wipe all the mucus off her face.
I tried again to wake her, and when she didn't, I started crying. "Mommy! Wake up! I'm calling 911!" I grabbed the phone and dialed the emergency number.
I told the operator what was happening, and she said that I needed to give my mother CPR. I tried my best not to gag when my lips touched her mucus-covered ones.
The police, firefighters, and ambulance arrived a few minutes later. My mother was rushed to the hospital, and I was taken to my grandmother's house. The next morning I was told that my best friend, my mother, was dead.
I came back to the present crying and screaming for my mother.
He finally did it. He broke me.