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AN: Sorry about any confusion regarding Sarah's anger at the end of last chapter. She was angry and upset because she felt as if her father didn't care because he was only worried that he'd have to pay up for her wedding. It was also the depression issue, after all it couldn't disappear that easily.
Chapter 31: Fighting Back Tears
Sarah appeared in her bedroom in Jareth's castle and sat down on her bed. She was alone for now, and she was grateful for it in a way, though she was sure Jareth would arrive soon.
She knew that her father was happy for her, at least she thought he was, but why did he have to bring up money? It's not like he was lacking for it, so what did it matter. She knew it was because of Karen, but he didn't have to treat his own daughter like that. Especially since Karen wasn't even around. Sarah was startled out of her musings when she felt hot tears running down her face. She tried to wipe away all traces of her tears but eventually gave up when it proved useless. He'd hurt her, again. She lay down on her bed, breathing in the scent of Jareth as she buried her head in the pillow he often used. Sarah silently lay there, half of her wanting desperately for Jareth to come and hold her, while the other half of her didn't want him to see her in such a state.
She finally began to calm down when heard a knock on her door. She didn't answer though, knowing it would be Jareth and that he was only knocking out of courtesy.
Jareth entered the room and was surprised to see Sarah lying on the bed. He was quickly at her side and lifted her face to see her.
"What's wrong love?" he asked her, as he stroked her cheek comfortingly.
Sarah didn't answer but threw her arms around his neck and let herself cry into his shoulder. Jareth, quite alarmed now, wrapped his arms around her tightly and lifted her as he stood and moved onto the bed, maneuvering Sarah into his lap.
"Please tell me what's wrong Sarah, I can't help if I don't know what's making you cry love."
Finally she took a few calming breaths and spoke. "I'm sorry Jareth, I didn't mean to worry you so much. It's just that, I went to see my father. I know I should have waited until you were with me, but I called him from Celeste's and Karen wasn't home so I went over there. Jareth, I told him you proposed. He seemed happy enough, but all he was really worried about was whether or not this would cost him anything. I told him it wouldn't and left. How could he say that? I'm his daughter and, as far as he now knows I'm his only child. Why couldn't he just be happy for me?" With that she buried her head in the crook of his neck and sobbed once more.
Jareth simply sat there rocking her in his arms and wishing he could help more. At least she was with him now, and she no longer had to deal with the rejection of her family on a daily basis.
AN: Sorry it's short, but it seemed like it should be alone while I was writing. Next chapter soon. Don't forget to leave a pressie for me. And thanks to my readers for sticking around.