Angel In The Club

CHAPTER 38

"Look what he did to you. I'm going to kill that guy!" Jareth seethes as he throws the belt to the ground.

"I heard that jerk come outside shouting at Damian and pulling at his shirt like a madman and shouting how the witch he went to the room with burnt him. I deduced that this person he was talking about was you, as I didn't see you with the rest of the girls."

He loosens the knot of the tie from around her head and she rubs the corners of her mouth, revealed that it was finally gone.

"Yeah, he was talking about me. He was just overreacting because it was raining and it could have easily have been acid rain that dripped from the ceiling upon his back."

"Quite frankly it should have been even worst than that. He's nothing more than a lousy bastard. Look how badly he tied you up."

"I'm ok now, that your here." She said smiling at him.

"Do you want to get some fresh air and get out of this moldy room?" 

"And go out there to face Mr. Angry so soon? I'll just stay in here for a while until everything cools down out there." She said.

"I wasn't talking about going out there. I meant getting out of the club. I know a back door exit out of the building, that we can use."

"I don't think that would be a good idea. What happens when he looks for me and I'm not here? And how do you know about this secret door anyway?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out. Don't worry about it."

"Are you ready to go?" He asks looking towards her.

"No, I need to wash up first," she said wrapping the flimsy sheet securely around the naked half of her body while scurrying towards the bathroom with her underwear in hand.

Britney turned on the showerhead and step under the direct impact of the flow and soak up the cold droplets as they slide down her skin reinvigorating the cramped muscles in her body. She feel the disgusting minutes slipping down the drain.

She got out of the shower and pull on her dress and panties. She make her way into the room while Jareth lays across the bed with his eyes wide open staring up at the ceiling. She went over to where he is and sit on the bed while she slipped on her heels. He doesn't look up from the ceiling or even says anything. Britney lean over him and wave her hand in front of his face and he doesn't even blink. She realized that he's asleep with his eyes open. I've heard about people doing that while they slept but it was the first time she saw it in reality. A series of soft snore raps through his chest and it's the most soothing sound she's ever heard.

She lean over his face and tenderly brush her lips against his and he whimpers and then his eyes fell on her and he pulled her even closer and deepened the kiss.

A few minutes later they exited the room cautiously looking up and down making sure no one sees us. Jareth leads her down the hall to a secluded area at the back of the club. He jiggles the doorknob of a large rusted iron door and then he opens it and the cold, crisp air whips across hrt face. She step out into the night followed by Jareth as he closes the door behind him.

He holds her hand in his as we walk across the pediatrician crossing while it turns to the walk symbol. They make our way to a yellow cab waiting at the curb in front of the pharmacy. Jareth opens the door and she stepped  in while he tells the driver where he's going.

"Where are we going?" She aske as they pull away from the curb down the busy streets of New York.

"It's a surprise. You'll see when we get there." He says putting my hand up to his lips and kissing it passionately.

She looked out the window at the huge billboards and store windows that advertise beautiful dresses and shoes. Driving through the city gives you a sense that you can achieve anything here. It's 10'o clock and the streets are still filled with bustling bodies of people trying to get to their destination.

They pass a couple of blocks and then the cab stops in front of a small building with murals of skating people on the outside. Jareth handed the money to the driver and hopped out of the car. She fumbled with the door handle on her side and when she was about to push it open Jareth beat he to it and held her hand like a true gentleman as she stepped out.

"Wow, thank you," she said.

They t walked through an iron rad gate decorated with bright lights. He leads her beyond the miniature building to an area with small kids running around screaming while their parents ran after them.

Britney looked out further and saw a huge skating rink where everyone both children and their parents where skating. They joined a line leading to the building where they would rent a pair of skates.

"I bet you've never been skating before," Jareth said smirking down at her.

" Yea, it's the first time I've been skating. Therefore I don't know how to even walk in that deathtrap of shoes."

"That's why I brought you here, I'm going to teach you. I'm a master at this you know." He says gloating.

They arrived at the front of the line now and an older African American woman addresses Jareth by name with a broad, friendly smile meaning he's a regular.

" I see you have a new friend Jareth." The attendant says looking towards her.

"Where're my manners. This is my girl Britney. Britney this Aunt Margaret."

"Hi, Britney, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too ma'am."

"I'm not that old, you can call me Aunt Margaret."

"Ok Aunt Margaret."

"Here is your ten Jareth, now what size do you wear honey?" She asks her voice as malleable a syrup.

"I'm a six." She said."

After we get our skates we sit on a stool and Jareth slips on his gear with little or no effort while she struggled with hers and he assists her.

He holds my arm and assists her out to the rink on wobbly legs. We both slowly glided on the ice and she looks down in wonder at the solid ice. It was crazy how they kept it intact in the sweltering heat. She consistently placed one foot ahead of the other with much success and the stiff feel of the skates began to feel more molded and flexible on her feet. She felt like she was getting the hang of it and she tried a little diverse shift of her feet, nothing too major.

A girl no more than five years old caught my attention as she twirled around on the ice in rapid succession reminding me of someone spinning a globe on its iron axis. It was dizzying watching her. She was so graceful and lithe.

She wiggled my arm free of Jareth's gasp feeling motivated and adventurous. She immediately regretted this was she am rewarded by a painful thud on the ice flat on her butt.

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