I feel as if I should apologize in advance for the derogatory language in this chapter, as some might find it overly offensive. Greg Cameron's views do not reflect my own; I am simply writing an awful character, and used such language to invoke strong feelings of hate in the readers.
As before, this has not been proof read, so if you spot any grammatical mistakes, please let me know so that I may fix them.
"Nonono! Don't pull it so tightly!" Muzga groused at the other maid who was helping Sarah get dressed for the ball.
"I'm just doing my job!" the other maid, Puabi, snapped.
"His Majesty specifically ordered for Miss Williams's dresses not to be so tight, and told us to lace the corset up more loose than tight!" Muzga started to tug on the strings to loosen Sarah's corset. Sarah let out a big gust of air and held on tighter to the post of her bed.
"Why doesn't Jareth just magic me into the dress instead of going to all of this trouble?" Sarah asked as Muzga started to fix the corset strings.
"Because His Majesty said that he wanted to be surprised when he sees you for the first time as you walk down the front stairs," Muzga explained.
"This would be so much easier if I could just wear a cocktail dress," Sarah said. "If I'm going to stay here for much longer, I'm going to have a serious talk with Jareth about adopting some Aboveworld fashions down here." But then she had the thought of faceless Fae nobility grinding one another to rave music. "Then again, maybe not," she said quickly as she pushed the weird image out of her mind.
"Arms up," Puabi said as she and Muzga approached Sarah by the bed. Sarah did as she was told, and briefly wondered how they were going to get the cream fabric monstrosity over her head, when both of them were quite literally half her height.
But, they somehow managed it, and then the next couple of minutes were spent tugging the dress into place. Muzga tucked a few strands of hair that had escaped Sarah's fancy updo while they'd dressed her, while Puabi brought in a full-length mirror from god-knows-where. Sarah turned to look at herself, and scowled at what she saw— a slightly more mature version of the scared, drugged 15 year old.
"Jareth has a disturbing sense of humor," Sarah grumbled as she turned away from her reflection.
"What do you mean, milady?" Muzga asked as she presented Sarah with her shoes.
"Jareth is nuttier than squirrel poo if he thinks that this is going to win me over," Sarah said as she yanked on the fabric slippers that matched her dress. "Thank you for helping me to get ready, but I can take it from here," she said politely to the two goblins. They left her room quickly, and Sarah paced around for a few minutes; she tried not to look either at her reflection, or the stained glass, which was a twirling couple on the dance floor. There was little doubt in Sarah's mind about what that meant.
After a moment, she turned from both the mirror and the window and marched out of her room. The hallway opened up onto the front entrance, which Sarah had only seen the night that she first came to Jareth's castle. She started down the stairs, her hand lightly touching the banister.
Jareth stood at the end of the stairs, and looked up at her with a look of complete awe and wonder. Sarah flushed a little at the attention that he was giving her, but then she scowled. "Yeah yeah, very funny," she said once she reached him.
"What is, precious?"
"This," Sarah said, and motioned to indicate her dress.
"You are very beautiful," Jareth said simply. He presented her with a small bouquet of viscarias.
"Please don't tell me that this is some weird confession of your love," Sarah said sourly.
"No, of course not, don't be silly," Jareth said simply. "'Will you dance with me?'"
"What?"
"That's what the viscaria means. 'Will you dance with me?'"
"Oh." Sarah flushed as Jareth pulled one of the small, purple flowers out from the bundle that he'd presented Sarah with and carefully tucked the blossom behind her left ear. Then, he offered her his arm, which she nervously accepted. With a wicked grin from Jareth, the front hall melted away and was replaced by a completely different front hall. This one was much nicer than Jareth's, and it actually looked not only well-kept, but bright and welcoming.
Two sharply dressed footmen hurried forward to greet Sarah and Jareth. "Sir Jareth, your mother has been expecting you," one of them said, and motioned towards a doorway at the end of the hall. A lively waltz and the light sounds of many people talking came from the room.
"Well, my dear?" Jareth asked. Sarah nodded once and they started towards the door, but Jareth stopped just inside the entrance.
"King Jareth, of the Goblin Kingdom, and Lady Sarah Williams," a man announced to the crowd. The room beyond was down a curved flight of stairs, and the doorway from the front hall opened up at the top of them. People looked up when they were announced, and then clapped politely as Sarah and Jareth started down the stairs.
"Jareth…" Sarah muttered. Her fingers dug almost painfully into Jareth's arm. "They don't exactly look happy." And even though the women in the room had bright smiles on their faces, most of them looked rather phony, and some were just downright deranged.
"They are simply jealous that you are my date," Jareth told her simply. She looked away from the menacing glares and looked up at Jareth. He gave her a gentle smile, and then they stopped, because they'd reached the bottom of the stairs.
"Don't leave me," Sarah whispered.
"I would never, precious."
Jareth carefully moved Sarah around the room for about fifteen minutes as he made his rounds greeting everybody. Not once did his hand leave her waist. Under normal circumstances, Sarah would be annoyed at the contact, but when every single women seemed to be trying to kill her with their death glares, she was grateful for the comfort and security of his touch.
"Sarah, might I introduce you to my mother, Amael?" Jareth finally said.
"Sarah. It is a pleasure to finally meet you," the woman said. Jareth looked a lot like her, only the masculine features on Jareth were softer and more rounded on Amael. Her ash-blonde hair was pulled into an overly-elaborate updo, so Sarah couldn't tell if it was feathery like her son's was, but her eyes were the same color, so where ever Jareth had received his unusual eyes, it wasn't from his mother. "Jareth has told me a lot about you."
"It's nice to meet you," Sarah said absently. She thought about what Myla said about how she thought that Amael and Jareth were plotting, but couldn't find it in her to hate the older woman. Especially not without any evidence. Sarah offered Amael a hesitant smile just as the orchestra that was playing on a small stage at the other end of the ballroom finished playing.
Everybody turned towards the band and clapped for a moment before the orchestra launched into another waltz. "Why don't you two go dance? After all, this is a ball!"
Jareth released his hold on Sarah's waist and offered her his hand. "Might I have this dance?" he asked with a coy smile. Sarah hesitated for a second before she accepted his hand.
"It would be a shame for your dance lessons all last week to go to waste," she said as Jareth lead her onto the dance floor. They twirled around for several minutes until the song ended, and then they continued to dance some more.
Somebody tapped on Jareth's shoulder. "Might I cut in?" the man asked Jareth.
"I mind, but I suppose that you'll have to pose the question towards Sarah, not myself," Jareth said coolly.
"You said that I wouldn't have to dance with anybody else," Sarah protested quietly.
"And you don't have to if you don't want to," Jareth replied with a soft laugh.
"No, thank you," Sarah told the man gently but firmly.
"I believe that the lady has made herself clear," Jareth said.
"Come on, Jar," the man said. "You can't just bring a human along to something like this and not expect to share."
"Excuse me?" Sarah gasped.
"I believe that the thing of which you are referring to is named Sarah Williams. Not only is she a being who is highly capable of making her own decisions, but she is also my date," Jareth told the man with a firm scowl on his face.
"What the hell is your problem, dude?" Sarah hissed at the man. "Do you need some sort of written letter explaining why I don't even want to be in the same room as you anymore?"
"Okay, Sarah, I think it's time that we leave now…" Jareth whispered close to her ear as he tugged her arm away. With one last loathing-filled glare, Sarah turned around and allowed Jareth to lead her over to the large punch fountain.
"I'm not anybody's property," Sarah hissed and she shook Jareth's arm off.
"I never said that you were, Sarah," Jareth said with a look that she couldn't read on his face. "Lord Adriel was completely out of line to treat you like that while you were standing right there."
Sarah turned so that her back was to the room. "This was a bad idea to come here. All of the ladies have been giving me the stink eye since we walked in. And I don't even want to think about what's going on in the minds of the men." Jareth silently handed her a cup of punch. She took a sip, and then half-turned her head to look at Jareth. "Well, at least your mother is… nice."
"You don't have to sugar-coat things with me, Sarah," Jareth said with a smirk. "I know perfectly well what kind of person that my mother is."
"No, really. I think that she's the only woman here who isn't trying to murder me with her eyes just because you brought me here."
"I don't think that all of the women here are unattached," Jareth said after a moment.
"You're kidding, right?" Sarah asked as she spun around to fully face him. "You said it yourself that you believe that this event is for your mother to play matchmaker with you."
"I did say that, but she wouldn't be very good at coyly playing me if she only invited unattached women and nobody else. She'd have to invite men, as well as attached couples."
"Oh. Right." Sarah took another small sip of punch.
"Milady, would you care to dance?" a man asked Sarah.
"You are very kind, but no thank you," she said softly. The man walked away. "Well, at least I'm glad to see that not every man here has no manners."
"Do you think the same of me, precious?" Jareth asked with a slight laugh.
"It would be an insult of your mother to say that you were raised in a barn, so instead I shall say that you spend too much time around your subjects for your own good. Speaking of which… I am rather curious as to how you went from all of this to being the king of the goblins. In that book about the Labyrinth, you were already the king."
"It is a very long story."
"Give me the book-jacket version."
"My father was the high king of the Fae. We all got to rule whatever kingdoms that we wanted… except that since I was the youngest, there weren't any good kingdoms left. It was either become the Goblin King, or the Troll King."
"But, it was you who brought the Fae to the Underground."
"No, I was just the first and I only brought my kingdom. After my siblings saw what I'd done, they decided to move their kingdoms until all of the Fae were Underground, too."
"You're a trend-setter, Jareth," Sarah said with a teasing smirk.
"I'd hardly call not wanting humans to paw all over my expensive items in some half-assed attempt to find a missing baby to be starting a trend," Jareth scoffed, but he had a small smile on his face, nonetheless.
"Jareth, darling, you and Sarah are not dancing," Amael said as she walked over to them. Her dress covered her feet, and with the exceptionally graceful way that she walked, she appeared to be just gliding over the surface of the marble floor.
"No, we are not. Thank you for that update, mother," Jareth said coolly.
"Is there some reason why you are not?"
"Lord Adriel," Jareth said, as if that somehow answered everything.
"Ah," Amael said with a slight nod of her head; clearly, it did answer everything. "Is he drunk again? I told my guards to keep a close eye on the fountain in case anybody got any funny ideas to spike the punch."
"I do believe that he gained his rude attitude towards humans and womenfolk in general from his father, not from alcohol," Jareth said with a scowl. Amael stepped closer to her son and reached a perfectly manicured hand up to his face. "Mother, what are you…" Jareth bent backwards to avoid his mother's touch. "What are you doing?"
"I'm fixing your eyebrow; it's all funny."
"My eyebrows are fine, mother."
"No, they are not! Sarah, would you tell my ornery son that his eyebrow is out of place?"
"I don't… I don't see anything," Sarah said before she bit down hard on her lip to stop herself from laughing out loud.
"You roguish, onion-eyed bum-bailey!" somebody roughly shouted over the gentle sounds of the orchestra and people talking.
"Oh no. It looks like Lord Rielaph got into the alcohol," Amael said with a sigh. "I'd better take care of this." She left Jareth and Sarah, and the crowd quickly parted to let her pass before everybody moved back to where they had been.
Sarah let out a wistful sigh as she watched Amael's progress to the other side of the room where two gentlemen where about to have a duel in the middle of the ball. "What is it, precious?"
"It's nothing…" Sarah said with a small sigh. She took another sip of her punch.
"No, it's not. What is it?"
"I just really miss my family," Sarah said after a moment. "I wish my dad was here. Or that I could see him." Jareth silently offered Sarah his hand; she gave him a questioning look but accepted it without comment. He lead her around the edges of the ball room so that they could avoid the dancers who had once again started back up again, and then lead her out onto a patio. But Jareth didn't stop once they were outside, and lead Sarah down some stone steps to the garden, where the light from the ball was faint, and they could no longer hear the orchestra or the people. "Where are we going?"
"Here," Jareth said. He stopped, and turned Sarah around by her shoulders so that her back was to him.
"What are you-" Sarah started as she half-turned back towards Jareth. She jumped a little as his arms went around her from behind, and then became distracted as Jareth produced a crystal.
"You have to focus on what you want to see," Jareth whispered. His hot breath against Sarah's ear sent a shiver down her spine.
Sarah stared closer at the crystal as colors and shapes started to make sense. "It's… It's Irene. My step-mom," Sarah whispered. "But… I don't…" She frowned as more of the image came into focus. "Oh my gosh. It's my father. Why is he in a hospital bed?" Sarah spun around in Jareth's arms so that she faced him. "Jareth, please. You have to send me back. My dad could be really sick or seriously hurt."
Jareth looked into Sarah's tear-filled eyes. "Yes, alright," he said unevenly. "I… I'll go with you." He gripped Sarah's arms tighter, and she slid her eyes closed.
"Paging Dr. Lytton." The smell of antiseptic and sickness filled Sarah's nose. She opened her eyes to a waiting room of a hospital. Sarah gave Jareth a questioning, searching gaze.
"Go," he said sternly as he released his hold on her. "Go be with your family." He half-turned from her. Sarah gave the Goblin King one last, searching look before she gathered up her skirts and hurried over to the nurse's station.
"I'm looking for my father, Robert Williams," Sarah asked the nurse. When the nurse told her what room that he was in, she didn't hesitate and ran down the hall in search of the room.
When she burst into the room, Irene looked up from her vigil over her husband's bed. "Sarah!" she exclaimed and jumped to her feet. Sarah paused on the thresh-hold of the door, and just stared blankly at her father, who looked even worse than he had in the crystal.
"What… What happened?" Sarah whispered. Her hands were shaking badly, and she clenched them tightly to hide it from her step-mother.
"He had a massive heart attack," Irene whispered. She took a hesitant step towards the younger woman before Sarah closed the distance in a few strides and tightly wrapped her arms around Irene. "I was so worried that I'd never see you again," Irene whispered as she pressed her face into her step-daughter's hair.
"Me, too."
"What happened?" Irene whispered as she held Sarah at arms length away from her. "What about…?"
"He… He brought me here after I saw daddy lying in a hospital bed," Sarah whispered. She reached up and brushed the tears that had fallen from her eyes away before she turned away from Irene and walked closer to her father's bedside. She looked down at her prone, pale, and sickly-looking father for a moment before she turned her attention back to Irene. "What happened?"
"You'd better sit down," Irene whispered, and went around the bed to bring the other plastic visitor's chair around. Sarah sat in the chair that Irene had been sitting in, and Irene put the other chair next to her step-daughter, and gently took Sarah's hand. "Things went from bad to worse after you left. You remember Greg Cameron, right?"
"The guy who lives across the street from us?" Sarah asked with an air of confusion. "Yeah, I remember him. It's hard to forget about a guy who obsessively asked me out every single Friday since we moved into that house."
"Well, at first, after you'd left, he just started to come around and ask where you where. And even though we don't have any proof, we think that he filed a missing persons report on you."
"Oh my gosh," Sarah gasped with horror. "Why would he do something like that?"
"We don't have any proof, so it's hard to say for sure either way. Well, after the first time that the police came around in search of you, Robert went out a few hours later, and when he came back, he said that he spoke to the man who had you, and Robert told me that the man promised that he would fix things. Robert didn't elaborate on what that meant, though, but since Greg nor the police officers came back in search of you, we both tried not to look a gift horse in the mouth." Sarah frowned— she'd have to ask Jareth about that later. "And things were fine, for about a week or so. And then the police came back yesterday and demanded that if we didn't tell them where you were right away, then they'd arrest us. That's when your father had his heart attack."
"The stress of everything must have finally caught up with him," Sarah whispered. She reached out and gently grabbed her father's hand.
"The doctors say that he's lucky to be alive. He was responding well to the treatment earlier today, but he's very tired now," Irene said. "What happened to you? Why are you dressed like that?"
"It's a long story."
"I've got time."
"Where's Toby?"
"I left him with Mrs. Brinkerhoff so that I could come to the hospital to be with your father."
"I can go and get him?" Sarah offered.
"What about your father?"
"I can't…" Sarah sniffled loudly. "I don't think that I can stand to see him in this state. If he wakes up and asks for me, I'll come back with Toby." She stood abruptly and then quickly left the room. She didn't even think about how she was even going to get back home— she didn't have any money, and Irene hadn't offered for her to take her car, which was probably parked outside somewhere.
She was barely aware of where she was going, because her eyes were so clouded with tears. "Sarah?" she heard Jareth ask somewhere in front of her. He grabbed the sobbing woman before she accidentally injured herself in her state of duress, and she fell against him. Sarah clutched tightly at Jareth's shirt and he gently stroked her hair while murmuring sweet words of nothing.
After several minutes of standing like this, Sarah finally started to calm down a little. She gave a couple of cry hic-ups before she looked up at Jareth. "I have to go get Toby," she told him softly. "From the neighbor."
"Yes, of course," Jareth whispered. He continued to stroke her hair.
"Will you take me there?"
"I don't know where it is."
"You brought me to the hospital," Sarah protested.
"Because I saw it in the crystal. You'll have to show me." He held up another crystal between the two of them, and Sarah focused on Toby this time.
For a moment, Sarah was worried that the crystal wouldn't show her her half-brother, but then the picture came into focus— Toby lying on the semi-familiar guest bed of their elderly neighbor.
"We'll give Mrs. Brinkerhoff a heart attack if we just appear in her living room," Sarah whispered as she looked up at Jareth. He gave a slow nod, and the hospital melted away to the quiet suburb that Sarah had called home for the past year or so. Four houses down from the grassy, damp lawn that they stood on was her own home, dark and depressing looking with the occupants presently gone. Jareth looked over towards where Sarah was looking, and then looked down at the woman he was still holding on to.
"I'll just give you your privacy…" Jareth whispered, and then he stepped away from her. Sarah didn't let go of him until only their finger tips touched. Then, Jareth vanished. Sarah shook her head before she walked up to the front door of the house she stood in front of and rang the bell.
"Dude! Dude!"
"Dude! It's fucking 2 AM!" Greg complained as Dustin burst into his bedroom.
"Forget that! Sarah's back!"
"What?" Greg hissed as he sat up right in bed. He quickly pushed his blankets out of the way and jumped out of bed. "When? Did you see her?"
"I wasn't so sure at first, but I was only looking over at the house because there were a lot of lights on considering how late that it is. But I saw her in the front window, and it's definitely her," Dustin explained in a rush as he followed Greg to the living room. Greg didn't even stop at the window to look out it, and started for the door. "Dude, are you insane?"
"What?" Greg asked sourly with his hand on the door knob.
"Well, for starters, you're not even dressed, and it's also 2 AM," Dustin said blankly. Greg looked down at the boxers that he wore.
"Right. Well, I do suppose that I shouldn't scare her off by going over there in nothing but my underwear," Greg said. He dashed back into his room, and came out a minutes later dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. He didn't wait to find some shoes and just ran out the door.
The house across the street was dark, but then again, all of the houses that Greg could see were dark as well. He barely registered the wet grass under his feet as he sprinted across the lawn and then proceeded to both pound on the door and ring the bell. A second later, the door opened to a tall, blond man that Greg did not know, who was dressed simply in sweatpants and a t-shirt.
"What in the world do you want?" the man hissed at him. "Sarah and Toby have finally gone to sleep, and you come over here and proceed to make the most ungodly racket."
"Who are you?" Greg asked, a little taken aback by the strangely beautiful man before him.
"Who am I? Who are you? You show up at the door unannounced, not only at an ungodly hour, but also in the midst of an extreme family crisis." The man sneered at Greg. "Be gone with you." And then the door slammed in Greg's face.
Sputtering and more than a little confused as to what had just happened, Greg started to once again pound on the door and ring the bell. The man opened the door again.
"Is it not enough to tell somebody of your ilk to leave anymore?" the man said with a deep-set scowl.
"No! I want to see Sarah!" Greg insisted.
"She is exceptionally distraught over the condition of her father and overly exhausted," the man said coldly. "If you do not leave the Williams's residence, I shall be forced to call the lawmen to escort you from the premises."
"I'll leave as soon as I see that Sarah's okay!"
"If I awake her, then the first thing that I'll tell her will be to contact the lawmen in order to have you removed," the man said. Then, the door slammed in Greg's face a second time. Greg let out a low growl as he spun around on his heel and marched back across the street. He knew that to knock on the door would only result in the strange man calling the police.
"And just who the hell does that fucker thing he is?" Greg muttered under his breath as he walked back inside his own home. "'I shall be forced to call the lawmen to escort you from the premises.' Who the fuck talks like that?"
Sarah put the receiver of the phone back onto the cradle, and then half-turned to face Jareth. "It was Irene," she whispered as she hugged her arms to herself. "Dad's awake, and he's asking for me." Sarah paused and bit her lip. "You don't have to stay here, you know."
"But who's going to watch over Toby while you're visiting with your father in the hospital?" Jareth asked. Sarah spun around to face him fully and gave him an annoyed glare. "If I did not harm him five years ago, why would I harm him now? It would not be in my best interest to do so, precious, and you know that."
Sarah stood and just glared at the Goblin King. "Why are you even here, Jareth? Don't you have a kingdom to run?"
"It will be alright for a few days," Jareth reassured her.
Sarah didn't say anything and brushed past Jareth on her way out of her parent's bedroom. "I'm still going to take Toby over to Mrs. Brinkerhoff's house. You can stay here or you can come to the hospital with me. But I don't want you to be alone with Toby."
"I will take you back to the hospital, then."
"I'm perfectly capable of taking myself, Jareth," Sarah said. She paused just outside of the room that she shared with Toby to pointedly roll her eyes at Jareth before she went inside.
A few minutes later, she came out with a sloppily dressed Toby, who was rubbing at his eyes sleepily. "But why do I have to stay with Mrs. Brinkerhoff? Why can't I go and see dad?"
"I think that it would be too scary for you, sweetie," Sarah told him gently. "Dad is really sick, and he doesn't want you to see him like that."
"Oh, like when I got the chicken pox and couldn't go to school?"
"…Yes, like that," Sarah said after a brief pause.
Toby paused in the threshold to the living room, and stared open-mouthed at Jareth. "You're him!" he whispered.
"I think that you need to leave now," Sarah told Jareth with a frown.
"I will do no such thing," Jareth said sharply.
"I remember him singing to me," Toby eagerly told his sister. "Will you sing to me again?"
"What? When was this?" Sarah asked.
"I told you that I never harmed your brother. As such, I had no desire to be around a screaming child, so my goblins and I simply… entertained Toby while you were running the labyrinth."
"Let's go, Toby. Dad's waiting for me at the hospital, and Mrs. Brinkerhoff will probably have breakfast for you," Sarah said so quickly, it lead Jareth to believe that she was intentionally avoiding the subject— both with herself, and with her brother.
"Sarah, there's something urgent that I have to tell you," Jareth said as they walked across Mrs. Brinkerhoff's lawn after dropping Toby off with the elderly woman.
"I don't really want to hear your confessions of love right now, Jareth," Sarah snapped at him as she got into her car.
"No. It's about Greg," Jareth said as he stopped Sarah from closing the driver's door by holding onto the frame. She looked up at him with confusion.
"How do you know about Greg?"
"Aside from listening in to your conversation with your step-mother, your father also briefly mentioned him."
"Right, right. We're going to have a conversation about what you did to both Greg and the officers, and also about you eavesdropping on private conversations," Sarah said. "But not right now. What about Greg?"
"He came to the door last night. After you'd finally gone to bed."
"It was well after 1 by the time that I was in bed. When did he come by?"
"I believe that it was around 2," Jareth said. "He both knocked on the door and rang the bell until I came to answer it. He would have woken both of you up if I hadn't put up a sound barrier around your room when you went to bed."
"What did he want?"
"He insisted on seeing you. I told him that you were asleep and shut the door in his face, and he started to knock and ring the bell again and demanded that he see you because he wanted to know that you were alright."
"But at 2 AM?" Sarah asked. She twisted around in her seat and looked down the block at Greg's house. "Get in."
"Sarah, this is not a safe nor reliable-" Jareth started.
"Get into the stupid car or I'll leave without you!" Sarah screamed. Jareth gave her a worried look before he released the door frame, walked around the front of the car, and slid into the passenger's seat.
Greg had watched silently as Sarah had piled her brother and the strange man into her father's car and then they drove down to the elderly widow's house a few blocks away. After they'd deposited Toby, Sarah got back into the car, but the man stood and talked to Sarah for a moment before he got into the car and they drove off.
And he hadn't moved from the front window sense. It wasn't enough for him to see that Sarah was alright, but to talk to her. He didn't like the way that the strange guy had treated him earlier that morning, and felt certain that the man was holding Sarah hostage.
"Dude, you are being beyond crazy," Dustin said as he stood in the doorway from the living room to the kitchen with a bowl of cereal.
"No, I am not! Sarah did not just vanish for two weeks for no reason! And now she just shows up with some… some fairy fagot?! I mean, seriously! The guy was wearing make up!"
"You have gone completely bat-shit, dude. I won't be a part of this anymore. I'm moving out."
"Wait, what?" Greg turned his attention fully to Dustin. "You can't move!"
"I can, and I will! You want to know where Sarah was these past two weeks? She was probably avoiding you, because you won't stop harassing her! Dude, look at yourself! You're hissing about some guy who slammed a door in your face because you fucking knocked on the door at 2 in the morning! You don't even know who that guy is, or why he's there! For all you know, he's… he's her brother or an uncle or something!"
Greg turned his attention back to the window as Robert's car pulled into the drive way across the street. The man got from the passenger's side, rushed over to the driver's side, and a second later, pulled Sarah out from the driver's seat. Greg watched, his blood boiling, as Sarah leaned against the strange man in an overly familiar way. As if her familiarity with the man wasn't enough, the man put his arm around Sarah's waist in a way that indicated that he was not related to her.
Greg grabbed the first thing that he saw and stormed out from the house. "Hey, Sarah!" he yelled as loud as he could. The two of them, who had been about to go inside their house, paused, and then slowly turned around to face Greg as he ran across the street to them. "Where the hell have you been?"
"Um, that's not really any of your business, Gregory," Sarah said with a sneer. She didn't leave the man's side, and Greg noted that the man also moved to put himself between Sarah and Greg.
"You!" Greg hissed at Jareth. "You did something to her! Didn't you?" Sarah's eyes went wide for a moment, before she schooled her features.
"You don't know what you're talking about," she said.
"Come over here and fight me, you pansy-assed fagot!" Greg roared as he waved the crow-bar that he'd grabbed in the air.
"What is the matter with you?" Sarah hissed.
"I have no desire to fight with you," Jareth said at the same time that Sarah spoke. Greg grit his teeth at the overly eloquent way that the man spoke. He gripped the crow-bar tighter in his hand, and then lunged at Jareth.
"JARETH!" Sarah screamed loudly as the metal connected with the Goblin King's head, and he crumpled to the ground.