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Tortured For Love	By : Labyrinthaddict Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 2788 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth or The Dark Crystal, or do i make a profit from it. COMPLETE

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Chapter Ten
Sarah and Toby appeared back in her cottage and Sarah looked around, realizing she is home.
“That bastard sent me home!” she said angrily.
Toby was standing in the doorway of the room Jareth was in, looking inside. Sarah walked up to him.
“Toby, pack up your stuff. Your parents will be here soon,” she told him.
Toby replies, looking in the room, “I miss him.”
She smiled sadly at him. “I do, too.” Sarah heard a car pull into the driveway and a door slam. “Toby, they're here.”
Toby ran away from the room while Sarah stayed there, staring into it. The doorbell rang. Sarah walked towards the door, opening it.
“Hello, Karen,” Sarah greeted.
“Sarah,” Karen greeted back, smiling.
Sarah moved out of the way so Karen could enter the home. She noticed her father staying in the car.
“Hello, honey,” her father called to her, waving.
“Hi, Dad,” Sarah said and waved back. She looked at Karen, hoping she can explain why her dad was staying in the car and not coming in.
“Your father got food poisoning, so he thought it best to stay in the car with the ginger ale,” she explained.
Sarah looked worried. “Is he going to be okay?”
“The doctor said to let it go through his system and he will be good as new in two days,” Karen told her.
“That’s all it is?” Sarah said, concerned.
“That’s what the doctor said, honey, but said if he gets worse to take him to the doctors. Trust me he is getting a lot better,” she told her.
Toby ran out of the room, meeting his mom and Sarah with a backpack thrown over his shoulder.
“Toby, we do not run in the house, do we?” Karen scolded.
Toby stopped and looked at his mother, scared. “No.” he said in a low voice.
He quickly hugged Sarah and walked out the front door. “MOM, DAD’S PUKING!” Toby yelled from outside.
Karen groaned and quickly hugged Sarah and left the cottage. She helped Robert back into the car and got in herself, then they drove off.
Sarah closed the door depressingly and locked it. She walked by the bedroom that Jareth used and walked inside. She could still see Jareth lying on the bed. She quickly walked to the bed ripping the blankets off the bed and throwing them on the floor. She started to mess up the whole room, throwing things around. She knocked the television over and she heard the glass break. She then fell to the ground, breaking down and crying.

Kira followed Jareth into the throne room and waited for him to speak, but he didn’t. She swallowed then opened her mouth to talk. “Jareth, why did you send Sarah away?”
Jareth turned sharply to look at her. “I sent her away because she doesn’t belong here. If she stayed, she would be forced to marry me. I want her to make that choice on her own.”
“Jareth, she loves you,” she told him mournfully.
Jareth took a deep breath, walking away from her to sit in his chair. Kira stood there, looking at him.
“Why is it so gloomy in here?” a female voice said.
Jareth and Kira looked over at the door. His mother, father, and a young woman stood in the door way.
Jareth quickly stood up, walking towards them. “Mother, Father, what a nice surprise.”
“My parents contacted us and told us that you needed us,” his mother told him.
“I don’t know why they would say that,” he told them calmly and turned away from them.
His mother looked at Kira. “How nice to see you again, dear. I’m glad you’re okay.”
“Thank you and you, too,” Kira said.
His mother walked up to Jareth. “So, where is your champion? I believe her name is Sarah...”
Jareth looked at his mother sadly. “I sent her back home.”
“Why, son? Are you stupid?” his father said harshly.
Jareth and his mother looked at him angrily. Kira held her head down.
Jareth walked up to him. “No, Father, I am not, but she doesn’t deserve to stay here and be forced into anything.”
“Our law states if a girl defeats the Labyrinth, she wins the right to marry him and be Queen,” his father said, frustrated.
“Yes, well, I love her too much to force her. If it is not what she wants, I want her to make the choice,” Jareth told him.
“Suck it up, son, and be a man. Force her! That’s what kings did for thousands of years. They either forced a woman they wanted to marry them or they were forced to marry someone else,” his father told him.
Jareth looked at his mother and father. “Yes, and arranged marriage never made anyone in this room happy. You have affairs, Father, and mother is forced to be alone and lonely.” His father was ready to speak when Jareth continued. “So, just how many siblings do I have now - a million?”
His father looked furious and he growled, going towards Jareth. “If there were no ladies present, I would punish you for that.”
“And what would the punishment be, Father? The rack again?” Jareth asked coldly.
His father growled, but his mother walked up to him. “Why don’t you go have some fun with you mistress?” she said as she pointed to the auburn haired woman standing in the doorway.
“Actually, I brought her for Jareth,” he told her.
They all looked at him like he'd grown a second head. “You brought her for me? Why?” Jareth asked as he looked at her.
“To forget about Sarah,” he told him.
The woman smiled shyly at Jareth. He smiled back. “Tempting offer, Father, but I am in love with Sarah.”
His mother and Kira both seemed pleased with his answer. “Just let me know, son. She does this thing with her body you wouldn’t believe,” his father said.
Jareth looked at the girl whose face was beet red and looking down. He smiled at the girl, wondering what it was that a thin, small girl could do with her body. He shook his head. “No, thanks, Father. I will take your word for it.”
“Suit yourself then. She is mine all weekend long,” he said then walked up to the girl. “Come, Gwen, let’s go to our room.” She turned and walked away with him. They watched him smack her ass and heard her giggle.
Jareth looked at his mother who was trying to hide her guilt. He knew she was trying to be strong and act like that it didn’t bother her, but it did even though they were never in love. She always wished that he would find her attractive as his wife, but he never did, saying that he had sex with her and had Jareth only because he told her it is the wife’s duty to bear him children. No one else’s. Jareth knew that his mother blamed herself for him not being attracted to her, so it was up to Jareth to always compliment her and make her feel loved. He knew without him she would be miserable so he always hoped he wouldn’t end up like his father.
Kira then decided that it is a family matter and decided to leave to check up on Sarah.
Jareth walked up to his mother who looked miserable. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders. “Mother I am sorry Father’s an ass.”
His mother laughed through her tears.
“Is he still treating you badly?”
She turned to look at him. “He blames me for his affairs, saying if I was a more devoted wife, he would love me.”
Jareth looked at her, getting annoyed. “Mother, he is treating you that way to hurt you - he likes hurting us.”
“I know, my son.” She caressed his face gently with her fingers. “But you were right - you do have one sibling I know about.”
Jareth looked at her with wide eyes. “Who? Do I know them?”
“Kira,” she told him.
Jareth looked horrified. “Mother, I had sex with her when we were younger!”
“Well, then you are lucky. I didn’t know about it then - not until after it was over. Her mother left a letter for me, saying that your father forced himself upon her. She told her husband Kira was his.” She took a deep breath and continued. “Years after they died, I was wondering why your father was never happy that I adopted Kira. I was going through Gretchen’s things and found a letter with my name on it. It explained what your father did to her, that she was carrying your father’s child and she knew it was his because her husband couldn’t have kids.”
Jareth looked sick. “So, you’re saying I slept with my half-sister?”
His mother looked at him, smiling awkwardly. “At least she is not your full-blooded sister.”
Jareth looked at his mother in surprise. “That does not make it better.” He walked away from her. “I feel dirty. I don’t know if I could look at her again.”
“Well, at least you didn’t marry her or have children with her,” she told him.
Jareth turned to look at her. “That does not make it better!”
She laughed at him. “Should I not have told you the truth?”
“No, I’m glad you did,” he said.
She hugged him and whispered to him, “I love you, my son.”
“I love you, too, mother,” he whispered to her.
“I am tired, son. It is okay if I sleep in the same room I always do?” she said.
“Sure,” he told her.
They walk down the hall and pass his father’s room. They hear grunts and growls and whipping noises. They figure it must be Gwen with him because she is moaning “harder.”
They quickly walk past to his mother's room. They both say goodnight and go on their separate ways.

Kira appeared at Sarah’s cottage and looked all over for her. She found her in a room on the floor, her knees up to her chest, her head resting on them, and crying.
“Sarah?” Kira said quietly.
Sarah raised her head up, looking at Kira. She wiped her eyes and Kira sat down next to her. “What happened here?”
“I was upset,” Sarah said.
Kira looked around the room more and noticed everything was knocked over, the mirror was broken on the floor, and so was the television, a dresser on the ground on its side. “I can see that...”
“How could Jareth do this to me? I helped him! I didn’t have to, I could’ve left him there to rot! No, I helped him! Why?! Because I am a good person, that's why!” she tells her.
“Yes, Sarah, you are. Which is why he loves you,” Kira blurted out without thinking.
Sarah turned to look at her, shocked. Kira saw that Sarah heard her and covered her mouth. “Is Jareth still in love with me?”
Kira kept her hand over her mouth and shook her head frantically.
“Kira, please tell me the truth.”
Kira took her hand away from her mouth. “Okay, Jareth is still in love with you. He sent you away so that you wouldn’t be in danger.”
“What danger?”
“So, what happened won’t happen to you again. Plus getting forced to marry him.”
“I love him so it wouldn't be forced,” Sarah said.
“Good. You love Jareth, you can come with me and tell him,” Kira said happily.
“No, Jareth sent me away. He can come to me,” Sarah said.
Kira frowned and stood up. “God, you both are so stubborn!”
Sarah looked up at her, ready to say something when a strange feeling came over her. She stood up quickly and Kira looked at her worried. “Sarah”
Sarah covered her mouth and ran for the bathroom. Kira followed and heard Sarah gag and cough through the closed door. Kira winced in disgust. Sarah came out, looking flushed.
“Are you okay?” Kira asked.
Sarah looked at Kira. “Can you catch food poisoning?”
Kira looked confused. “I don’t think so.”
“That was weird... I felt sick all of a sudden,” Sarah said, puzzled.
Sarah looked at Kira who was looking up at the ceiling, moving her fingers in the air. Sarah looked at her strangely. “What are you doing?”
“Math,” Kira answered.
“Why?” Sarah asked.
“I don’t think you’re sick. I think you’re pregnant,” Kira told her.
“How could I be?”
“Sarah, do I really need to explain the birds and the bees to you?”
“No, please don’t.” Sarah stood there baffled. “It’s been a couple of days at most. How would I get symptoms already?”
“Sarah, in our world, things work more quickly there and since you are carrying a half-Fae child, your pregnancy will progress quicker than if you were carrying a human child,” Kira explained.
“Makes sense,” Sarah said as if she understood, but in reality she didn’t. She was mostly too surprised that she might be carrying a child of the man she loves who might or might not really love her in return.
“Do you want to see our healer?” she asked.
“No, I think I will contact Julie,” Sarah said.
“Okay. Sarah, I must go,” Kira said.
“Please don’t tell Jareth,” she pleaded.
“I won’t,” she replied.

Kira appeared back at the castle in the throne room.
“Where were you?!” a male voice behind her bellowed.
Kira turned around, facing Jareth. “With Sarah.”
Jareth’s face softens at the mention of Sarah’s name. “How is she?”
“She’s good. Jareth, we need to talk,” she said.
“Did you know we are half-brother and half-sister?” he says.
“Yes, but that is not what we need to talk about. This is important,” she said.
“What is it?” he asks, sitting down in his chair.
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