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And that, my friends, is the point that the dam breaks and the tears cascade down like Niagara Falls.
How embarrassing. How pathetic. I can't believe I'm so weak. So vulnerable. He's going to think I'm the
biggest loser on the planet. Maybe in the entire universe. If there was any chance he was at all in-terested
in me, it's so gone now. I'm just another whiny, teary-faced human girl.
Jareth reaches up and swipes a tear away with his thumb. His touch is cool against my burning cheeks.
"Tell me," he says in the most gentle voice you could imagine.
"Okay," I agree, realizing at this point I've got nothing to lose. I close my eyes resignedly and try to find
my voice. I open my mouth to tell him the story of Mike Stevens, but something completely different
comes out. Something I hadn't meant to share with anyone, let alone him.
"You know how I told you about my dad? How he left us four years ago to go 'find himself?' "
"Yes. Of course."
"Well, he's evidently still lost. I thought he was coming home for my birthday. Sunny and I turned
seventeen three days ago and he sent us an e-mail saying he was going to come home to celebrate with
us." I swallow hard. "It's so dumb, but. . ."
"But what?"
"I was so excited. My dad's awesome. Or he used to be anyway. And I haven't seen him in so long. I
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guess I thought maybe if he came ... if he saw us again. Maybe he'd want to ... I don't know ..." I laugh
bitterly. "Stick around or something. Or at least plan more regular visits. Sounds so stu-pid now that I
think about it."
Jareth shakes his head. "Not stupid at all," he says. "It makes perfect sense to me."
"Anyway, it doesn't matter. He never showed. He was supposed to bring the cake, too." I laugh bitterly.
"We ended up having a birthday party with no cake. Pretty lame, huh?"
"Did he call to tell you why? Did something happen to prevent him from making it?"
"No. I waited up 'til like one a.m., hoping he'd walk through the door. So idiotic." My voice breaks
again and I'm sobbing like crazy now. Can we say LOSER? "Sunny e-mailed him the next day. Turns out
some other thing came up and he says he forgot to tell us."
"Other thing?"
"Evidently he's got a new wife. And she has kids. One of them had some school play or something ..." I
shrug. "Why go hang with the old family, I guess, when you've got a whole new one?"
Without warning, Jareth grabs me and pulls me into a hug. At first I'm not sure about this, but his arms
feel so right, wrapped around me. His hands so good, stroking my back. I give in, burying my head in his
shoulder and sobbing my eyes out. Trying to take the strength he is offering me. I'm scared to death at
the perfect comfort I receive, but too relieved to pull away.
"I'm so sorry, Raynie," he whispers, smoothing my hair with his hands. "That's a lousy thing to do. He
doesn't de-serve you as a daughter."
"I wish I could just hate him," I cry, hoping my nose isn't all running on Jareth's black shirt. "But I can't. I
still love him. I still miss him. No matter what he does, he's still my dad."
"It's hard when people you love let you down."
"Sometimes I think that's why I don't have any close friends," I say, now in full-on babble mode. I can't
believe I'm telling him all this. But his arms feel warm and his touch is comforting. I haven't felt so safe in
eons. "I mean, everyone thinks it's 'cause I'm some tough punk-rock chick who doesn't need anyone.
But, in reality, I think it's 'cause I'm scared to death. That if I get close to someone, they'll just leave."
"I know the feeling," Jareth says, almost thoughtfully. "More than you can know."
"Oh?" Excitement builds inside me, competing with my sadness. He's on the verge of spilling the Deep
Dark Secret, I can tell.
He pulls his head away. "Some other time," he says, press-ing his lips against my forehead and giving me
a soft kiss.
I stick out my lower lip in a mock pout. "Oh, fine."
He laughs. "I promise."
"I'll hold you to that."
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"Don't worry," he says, reaching over to my nightstand and grabbing me a tissue. He hands it to me and I
wipe my eyes and nose. "Unlike some people, I keep my promises. Al-ways and forever."
He reaches up and brushes a strand of hair out of my eyes and studies my face. "You're really beautiful,"
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