Sarah stepped out of Jareth's embrace when they appeared back in the castle.
"I'll tell the goblins to bring your things to your room." Jareth said, and then called for a goblin.
Sarah looked over to see a roly-poly, brown goblin waddle in, "You called your majesty." he gave a bow.
"Yes, see that the young lady's things are brought to her room." The goblin soon left as quickly as he came.
Sitting on the throne steps, Sarah started to message her cheek. "Does it hurt as bad as it looks?" The Goblin King sat beside her, careful not to invade her space.
"It hurts like a bitch." Jareth winced at her choice of words, "How bad does it look?" Sarah tilted her head towards the king.
He gently held her chin in his hand, "It's bruised badly, but I think you will heal." Jareth moved his thumb to her lips, "Don't not worry my Sarah; he will pay for what he did to you."
Sarah jerked away from the king as if his hand had burned her, "What?"
"I said he will pay for damaging your beautiful face and hurting your heart."
"He didn't mean to... I was in the way." Sarah's began to raise her voice.
Jareth rested his elbows on his knees, and covered his flawless face with his hands, "He hurt you." his voice was stern.
Crossing her arms over her chest, Sarah looked out the window, "It was my fault, and I was in the way."
The protective king was on his feet, "Don't give him an excuse. Look at yourself Sarah! He backhanded you." He came and stood in front of her, "You are not a dumb girl, my dear, so do not say stupid things."
She met his eyes, "It's not your problem and he is my father I know he would never hurt me."
"Damn it Sarah, are you listening to yourself? He does not love you! They don't love you!" he took hold of her arms, "They abandon you, they hurt you, they crushed you, yet you still want them. What will it take for you to learn that the only person who loved you up there is gone." He cupped her face gently, "There is only one person down here, who lov…" he stopped himself.
Sarah knew what he was going to say and she wanted to hear it, but…"You can't replace my family Jareth or their love for me."
"I never wanted to." He stepped closer and wrapped his arms around Sarah. "I have always been in lov- here for you, you have always known that." Jareth slipped out of the embrace.
"Jareth…"
"However, now, Sarah, you have made it perfectly clear where I stand." Jareth walked towards the door.
"Wait, please…" Sarah begged. However, he did not listen to her plead and left her without another word.
What the fuck is my problem? Tears tumbled down her soft cheeks, Dr. Tollin was right I need someone to make feel wanted and he does, but why can't I bring myself to say that I want him? Sarah started to walk up stairs towards her room, but bypassed it and headed for the king's.
Sarah knocked quietly, no answer, she knocked again. She stood there wondering now if he hated her.
Suddenly the door opened, "May I help you?" Jareth answered, wearing a burgundy tunic and leather breeches.
Sarah took a deep breath, "I need… I needed… I wanted to tell you something," she looked down, "I need to tell you…" she looked straight at him, "I need someone to love me and I want and need for you to be that person, because I love…"
"Stop," Jareth looked away, then back to Sarah's tear threatened eyes, "Sarah, you don't know what you are saying."
"Jareth… please I…"
"Go to bed." He closed the door.
Sarah stood in shock, she felt humiliated, "Right," she nodded her head in agreement she should just leave.
Jareth sat on the end of his bed with his head in his hands, "Finally she tells me and all I can do is tell her to leave." He lay back on the black covered bed, with one arm behind his head the other resting on his stomach, "I got what I wanted…my revenge."
Suddenly a loud crash echoed up to his room.
"What the hell?" The king stepped outside his royal chambers and went to the cause of the disturbance.
Sarah took another swig of the bottle of ale she found, "Just great I get the worse let down and I decide to get plastered." She took another gulp, "Brilliant fucking brilliant."
"Sarah?" the young girl looked over to ballroom doors, "What in the hell do you think you are doing?"
"Well you said go to bed, but then I thought why should I listen to you? Besides I thought it would get rid of the pain on the side of my face." Sarah sat down in the middle of the dance floor. "You know it kinda hurts when your ex-football playing father backhands you and your only 17-years-old." another sip, "I guess life just sucks that way."
He stepped into the room and towards the girl, "This doesn't suit you, my dear Sarah, being drunk, so would you please hand me the ale."
"No I don't think I will." Sarah stood set the jug on a table, "Lets dance." The drunken young girl grabbed Jareth around the neck, "Don't you think this is wonderful?"
"Yes..." Jareth said, while putting his hands about her waist. "Now, Sar-"
"So tell me, what part did you like the best of the evening? When I confessed my heart or when you denied my love right in front of my face? Personally I loved the part where you broke my heart."
"Sarah, I didn't…"
"Oh you always 'didn't' Jareth." She pushed him away. "You know you sit there and tell me that you are 'there for me', but you weren't when I was telling you that I loved you or that I needed you! Oh no, you just tell me to go to bed. It was like you couldn't wait to tell me that you always hate that you wanted to see me fall." Sarah looked at him and put her index finger to her pouty lips, "Oh wait, you did want that." She walked around, hands clasped behind her, "As I remember correctly you said and I quote, 'I thought just seeing you here is enough for my revenge, but I would rather have a front row seat to witness your pain, Sarah.' well here it is, I fell for you, fell fast and hard in love with you." She looked away and smiled to herself. "Don't you just hate love?" Sarah, whispered, picking up the bottle again.
"Sarah, you're right I did want my revenge and I got it."
The young girl let out a harsh laugh, "Bravo, you deserve an award; you played a wonderful role as the man who wanted to protect and love me, while making me fall in love with you and breaking my heart." She lifted the jug of ale, "Well done."
"I made you fall, because you made me, Sarah."
"Awe touching." She took another swig and turned away, "Wait, what?" Sarah spun around too quickly and blackness took over.
"Mommy! Mommy!" Sarah came running up the porch steps and into the house.
"Mommy I got the part in the Christmas play!" yelled a 10-year-old Sarah.
She ran into the living room to find her father sitting with a tear stained face, "Where's Mommy?"
"Sarah, sweetie come here." the young girl went over to her dad, "Your Mommy became a Christmas angle."
Sarah's bottom lip started to quiver, "I want my mommy!"
17-year-old, Sarah bolted straight up in her bed, "What a horrible dream…ugh and headache." She complained, holding her forehead.
"Nice to see ya up deary." Angie pulled back the gold and white curtains.
"Oh please no light." Sarah attempted to hide under her covers.
"Can't do that now, ya gotta to start packing." Angie walked over and patted the bed.
Sarah whipped the covers off, "What! Where am I going?"
"Well I wasn't told that part, but I think the King should know."
Without even changing out of her nightgown, Sarah ran straight to the king's chambers. "Where am I going?"
Jareth stood fixing his collar in front of a blacked framed mirror, "You're going back to the aboveground." He turned and pulled out a tucked cuff, "So I suggest you start packing if you didn't already take out your things."
"I didn't."
"Excellent then you can leave sooner." Jareth walked pass Sarah, but stop as she grabbed his wrist.
"What is going on? Why are you getting rid of me?"
"I think we have spent enough time together and now its time for you to go back. You don't need my help anymore." He took back his glove-covered hand.
"I don't understand why you're doin-"
"You do not need to, now please get ready." Jareth gripped her arm and pushed her in the direction of her room.
Sarah stood in her room and wonder what was going on, I remember that I told him that I loved him and that he rejected me…, but nothing after that. Sitting down on the stone-cold floor, the girl began to think. Wait I remember I got drunk…shit. Oh… my…god… what if I told him something horrible. What if he hates me now, that is why he is sending me away… but what could I have of said to piss him off? I mean I should be pissed HE rejected me…
A knock came to the door, pulling Sarah out of her thoughts, "Are you about ready?" Jareth leaned against the doorframe.
"What did I say?" Sarah asked.
"When?"
"Last night, I know I got drunk and I know I probably said some things that should not have been said. So what were they?" Sarah stood now and played with the hem of her gown.
"You said just what needed to be." Jareth gave a weak smile.
"Tell me the truth, please, because I don't remember what I did or said and I want to know."
"Please, my dear Sarah no more fighting, we both have said enough to last a life time."
"I deserve to know what happened, especially after what I told you."
"What did you say?" Jareth walked over to Sarah and stood uncomfortable close.
"You know what…" he did not answer, "I told you that I loved you and that I needed you, ok?"
"Now tell me something," The king prowled around her, "What did I say?"
"To go to bed."
"No, no, no, when you were drunk."
"I don't remem-" Sarah answered, trying to follow him, but became too dizzy.
"Try, my dear, try." Jareth stopped walking and stood in front of her in a dominating pose.
"I remember you came in and I had a good buzz going…then I said something about my cheek…then we danced… I asked you something about, what I had said earlier…"
"Yes keep going."
"Then I said how I love the part where you broke my heart… you got your revenge, you said, then I said something about being a great actor…then you said…oh my god."
"Well done you figured out the mystery answer to your question."
"Your making me leave because I rejected you after you rejected me?"
"You have always known that I loved you, but you took it for granted. Why should I just let myself love you without you feeling any pain?" Jareth yelled.
Sarah stood still, "I don't know… I thought that it was your little game to make me lose. I never thought that you would actually love me, that something in my fucked up life would go right, I thought you were just trying to hurt me…to get your revenge on me."
"Well I wasn't, I loved you since the first night you called for me." Jareth ran his hands through his blond hair, "However, it doesn't matter now it's time for you to leave."
"No! I'm not leaving." Sarah lifted her head high.
"Excuse me?"
A/N: I know that I have taken a long time to update, but I had to finish my other story so now I can focus on this one. So expect more chapters sooner. Oh and sorry for any grammar mistakes I stayed up till 6:30 in the morning writing this…Thx you and review!