We went on talking, and I
would have just hung out there all night, except…
Ambrosious began chasing after Carrie’s cat, a black cat
given the charming name "Crack Head" and of course
Didymus tried to stop the madness. To no avail.
Of course, no one could see Ambrosious, except, apparently, Crack
Head, who was yowling and darting around the front lawn…and
into the house.
"Oh dear," sighed Jareth.
"Ambrosious!" Didy was shouting. "Ambrosious, come
back here!"
I wanted to see the fun, and besides, I knew Brian would want to
know where I was, so I went on into the house, watching Crack
Head zipping up and down the stairs and in and out of rooms.
"She must be in heat," Carrie was explaining to David
Barnes.
I laughed.
Ambrosious chased Crack Head up onto the second floor again.
There was this loft kind of thing upstairs, a balcony kind of
thing overlooking the downstairs living room, which was where I
was. And well, the cat climbed up to the little balcony wall and
dived down, apparently suicidal.
Carrie screamed, but I did the coolest thing ever. I caught Crack
Head, right in my arms, that stupid cat.
"Oh my god," Carrie breathed. "You saved her, oh,
my poor stupid baby…" Carrie was walking over with her
arms out for Crack Head.
"Ambrosious, no!" I heard Didymus yell. Ambrosious saw
the cat in my arms…and tackled me.
Crack Head’s response was to cling to my face, scratching my
ears with her claws. I stumbled backwards, and hit the table with
the chips and food and stuff on it. And the beer. I fell into the
table, and the whole thing came down. I shudder with
embarrassment even as I tell this. That, I think, was the worst
moment of my life. Which, that’s not so bad, by comparison,
but in my context, it’s really horrible.
Everything hit the floor at once in this terrific crash, and
Carrie Ng was screaming again, and I threw Crack Head off me, and
Ambrosious kind of slunk away to Didy, and Jareth appeared beside
me. All at once, it seemed like.
Everyone had stopped what they were doing, just staring at me,
sitting on the table, in a pile of chips and dip, beer from a
broken bottle soaking on my jeans and Carrie’s carpet.
It was David who came sailing into the silence like a hero,
rushing over to gather up bottles, trying to stop the spilling.
Others ran over to help. "Melanie, are you okay?" he
was asking me, his hand on my shoulder, looking at me with his
big, blue, concerned eyes.
"Um…yeah," I began, and started to get up.
"My carpet," Carrie moaned. "My father’s
going to kill me…oh, god, Melanie…"
She was still despairing when Brian walked in.
Brian ignored her. He took one look at things, jerked my arm, and
pulled me up and started dragging me out of there.
I began the horrendous litany of I’m-sorries as he walked me
through the living room, out the door, to the car. He opened the
door on my side, and pushed me in.
I had not stopped apologizing when he got in his side.
"Shut up," he told me dully.
I sat back, marveling had how quickly everything had turned to
shit. I’d been laughing with Jareth and Didymus and Hoggle a
moment before, enjoying myself immensely, and the next thing I
knew, I was alone, in Brian’s car with him, waiting for him
to begin ranting at me after the most humiliating experience in
my life, his only favor to me to cut it mercifully short by
dragging me away to be berated by him in private.
"What in the hell were you thinking?"
"It was an accident!" I cried.
"Dammit, Melanie, you totally embarrassed me!"
"You!?"
"Me! God, I’m so tired of you, you know that?
You’re always doing this kind of thing to me!"
"I am not!"
"And look at you. Why did I even think I could bring you
here? If you’re going to be overweight, you can at least
learn how to dress."
"It’s a tee-shirt and blue jeans!"
"But it’s a party! You could have at least made an
attempt to look nice."
"Then why didn’t you say something before we got
here?"
And it just progressed from there. Things were escalating.
Brian’s language hit bottom and so did mine. And whew, you
should have heard the things he was calling me. Didymus heard
them. That was enough.
See, I hadn’t noticed Didy in the backseat until he suddenly
broke in.
"Yon churl needs to be taught a lesson about how one treats
a lady," he said.
My eyes widened, and I looked back at him. He smiled genially and
took off his hat. I blinked, knowing full well it wouldn’t
do to talk to Didy in front of Brian, and turned around.
"My lady," Didymus continued, "I simply don’t
understand why you put up with this."
"And another thing," Brian was saying.
"You can do so much better for yourself. A kind, gentle
lady…"
"You can just forget…"
"Ill-bred simpleton cannot…"
"If I ever hear…"
"HEY! Be quiet!" I shouted.
Brian reached up from the wheel to grab my face in his hand. He
did it hard, his fingers sinking into my cheeks. "What did
you tell me?" he demanded, his voice very ugly and very
quiet.
Didymus was in action. "Cease and desist, unmanly cad!"
he roared, and raised his staff, and hit Brian soundly on the
head.
"Didy, don’t!" I shrieked.
Brian didn’t hear me say anything, he was busily trying to
get his car back in the right lane, veering over the asphalt.
"WHAP, I say!" Didymus cried, hitting him again.
"And WHAP I say again! I’ll teach this young hooligan
some manners!"
The car careened to a halt on the side of the road.
"Melanie! Quit it!" Brian shouted. His eyes were this
kind of muddy brown color, and they were downright scary then. He
looked as crazy as I felt.
"I’m not…but…"
Brian opened his door and almost leaped out of the car. "Get
out!" he yelled at me. "Get out of my car! You can just
walk home you…" Well, I’m not going to tell you
what he called me. It involved a liberal use of words meaning
"not all there."
I was just sitting there in total shock, and he threw open my
door and pulled me out onto the grass by the side of the road. I
went down on my butt, and there was Didy, hopping out just in
time. Brian almost caught his tail in the door, but Didymus never
bothered about it.
Then Brian was back in the car, slamming his door, and peeling
away into the night.
I sat there in the dark for a minute, listening to the sound of
cars going by on other streets, watching the glow of house
lights. I was about a mile from my house.
"Never fear, fair maiden," Didymus was saying, offering
his hand to help me up. "I will see thee safely home."
"Oh. Great. Wow. I’m sooooooo thankful you’re
here! What would I *do* without you?" I snapped, sarcasm
dripping off the words.
Didymus smiled, pleased. "Thank you, Lady Melanie."
I pulled my knees up to my chest and started to cry.
"Now, now, my lady, don’t be distressed. That base
churl was far beneath you; and I’ve no doubt in my mind you
will find your true prince."
"But…but…I…"
An arm went around my shoulder, and pulled me close. Jareth.
"Melanie, stop crying."
"Why?" I demanded. "Brian…Brian…left me
h-here and I-I-I’m all alone and…"
"You have us," Hoggle said, patting my hand.
I glanced up at him, looking for the way to best point out my
distaste. Instead, I just dropped my head back down and sobbed.
"Melanie," Jareth said finally, "you simply must
realize that—"
"I know. Brian was just a real jerk and I’m better
off."
"Well—"
"And I’m pretty and interesting and I’ll find
someone else who’ll treat me right eventually."
"No, that wasn’t—"
"And I know that soon I’ll forget all about that
asshole Brian. Well, who cares!?"
"Actually, I was just going to point out the fact that you
have to get up and walk now, so we’d better start
moving."
"You can’t just teleport me or something?"
He looked at me for a long time, and then sighed wearily.
"No."
"You are the most pathetic hallucination."
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