"Sarah? Is that you, dear?"
She stopped dead in her tracks, being caught trying to drag her suitcases up the stairs by her father.
"Uhh…" she stuttered. "Hi, dad."
"Sarah, what are you doing here this early? Where's Sophie?" Robert questioned, concerned.
She winced at the sound of her deceased daughter's name. "Uh… her dad took her to England. Since you two cut off from contact, I didn't know how to get a hold of you and I couldn't make the drive, so I had to fight for her in court. Phoenix… took her from me." She said shakily.
"I'm sorry, Sarah…" her father's voice was sincere.
"Yeah, well… I blew all of my money on the court case." She replied bitterly.
"You can stay here until you get back on your feet." He waddled over groggily, hugging her. "I missed you."
"I missed you too, daddy." She told him, continuing up the stairs to her old room.
Walking in to her room, she was greeted with all of her old toys and her posters, the things that reminded her of when she was fifteen. She set her bags down, collapsing on the bed and screaming, frustrated. After about seven minutes of non-stop screaming, she drifted off into a deep sleep, where she could see Sophie and Jareth together again.
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Jareth threw the last of the alcohol stash he had on the floor of the throne room. He hadn't moved an inch since Sarah left except the occasional trip to the washroom. He had been drinking himself sick for three days.
The throne room was a wreck from broken bottles and crystals scattered across the floor. It was deserted except for the twangey smell of Elvin wine and a very depressed Goblin King.
He sat on his throne with his leg hunched over the armrest, slurring out the words of the past week to no one in particular.
"I feel so ashamed…" his shouts rang through the walls of the empty castle. "I thought I had her… I thought she was mine…" he slurred.
"JARETH, KING OF THE GOBLINS!"
His head shot up in annoyance. What do you want, Labyrinth?
"You are my king! I thought I had a better king than this!" Her voice was stern, piercing it's way through his already sore head.
She left! What am I supposed to do?
Suddenly, a break in the two's connection caused a new connection to snap in Jareth's head.
"Daddy…"
Jareth stood up swiftly, searching around the room for Sophie as her voice rang through his mind.
DARLING! SOPHIE!? He thought frantically. Are you there, Mon Ange? Is that really you?
"I told you, daddy," her laughter was like a pain reliever for his pounding headache. "I'm gonna come back to you and mommy!"
Mommy has left me, Mon Ange… she isn't with me anymore.
"But, daddy, you're with her all the time!"
Jareth's drunken face turned confused. What do you mean, Sophie?
"Don't you feel it in your heart yet, daddy? You're always with mommy! You're always in her belly like I was!"
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WORST. CLIFFHANGER. EVER!
MUAHAHAHAHHA! XD Sorry, guys. Next chapter will be long, I pinky pie promise!